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PSALMS 

■     O  F 

DAVID, 

Imitated  in  the 

Language  of  the  New  Teftament, 

And  applied  to  the 

Chriftian  State  and   Worship. 

By  I.  Watts,  D.  D. 

The  Thirty-Seventh  Edition. 


Luke  xxiv.   44.     All  things  mufi    he  fulfilled 

which  tvere  nvritten  in the    Pfalms 

concerning    me. 

Heb.  xi,   32.     David,  Samuel,  and  the  Pro- 
phets.    Ver.    40. That   thty   without   us 

Jhould  not  he  made  perfed. 


BOSTON: 

Printed  and  Sold  by  John  Boyles  in  Marl- 
borough-Street.     1774.  *     , 


THE 

PSALMS 

O  F 

DAVID, 

Imitated  in  the 


Language  of  the  New  Teftament. 


PSALM    I.     Common  Metre. 
The  way  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  the  ivL  ked. 

1  T}  LEST  is  the  man  who  fhuns  the  place 
J3   Where  finncrs  love  to  meet  ; 

Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways, 
And  hates  the  feoffor's  feat  : 

2  But  in  the  ftatutes  of  the  T,ord, 
Has  plac'd  his  chief  delight  ; 

By  day  he  reads  or  hears. the  word, 
And  meditates  by  night. 

[  3  He  like  a  plant  ofgenerous  kind 

By  living  waters  fet, 
Safe  from  the  ftorms  and  Waiting  wind, 

Enjoys  a  peaceful  Hate.] 

4  Green  as  the  leaf  and  ever  fair, 

Shall  his  profefhon  mine  ; 
While  fruits  of  holinefs  appear 

Like  clutters  on  the  vine. 


4  P  S  A  L  M      I. 

5  Not  fo  the  impious  and  unjuft  ; 
What  vain  defigns  they  form   ! 

Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  dull, 
Or  chait  before  the  ftorm. 

6  Sinners  in  judgment  (hall  not  ftand 
Amongft  the  ions  of  grace, 

When  Christ  the  judge  at  his  right  hand 
Appoints  his  faints  a  place. 

-•  His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  tread, 

His  heart  approves  it  well  ; 
But  crooked  ways  of  finners  lead 

Down  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

P  S  A  L  M     I.     Short  Metre. 

f  be  j  i  I  ejinner  mlferabte. 

i   r^3TyHE  man  is  ever  blefl 

Jt      Who  fhuns  the  fmner's  ways, 
Among  their  counfels  never  ftands, 
'akes  the  fcorner's  place. 

makes  the  law  of  God 
His  ftudy  and  delight, 
Amidlt  the  labours  of  the  day, 
And  watches  of  the  night. 

3  He  like  a  tree  mall  thrive, 
With  waters  near  the  root : 

Frefh  as  the  leaf  his  name  (hall  live  ; 
His  works  are  heav'nly  fruit. 

4  Not  fo  th'  ungodly  race, 
They  no  fuch  bleflings  find  : 

Their  hopes  fhall  flee  like  empty  chaff 
Before  the  driving  wind. 

5  Hi>w  will  they  bear  to  ftand 
Before  that  judgment-feat, 

"Where  all  the  faints  at  Christ's  right  hand, 
In  full  aflembly  raeet  ? 


P  S  A  L  M    I,  /; 

6  He  knows  and  he  approves 

The  way  the  righteous  go  ; 
But  finners  and  their  works  fhall  meet 

A  dreadful  overthrow. 

PSALM    I.     Long  Metre. 

The    difference    letixieen  the   righteous   and  tht 
wicked. 

i  T  TAPPY  the  man,  whofe  cautious  feet 
X  JL   Shuns  the  broad  way  that  finners  go, 
Who  hates  the  place  where  atheifts  meet, 
And  fears  to  talk  as  fcoffers  do. 

2  He  loves  t*  employ  his  morning  light 
Amongft  the  ftatutes  of  the  LORD  ; 
And  fpends  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
With  pleafure  pond'ring  o'er  the  word. 

3  He,  like  a  plant  by  gentle  ftreams, 
Shall  flourifh  in  immortal  green  ; 

And  heav'n  will  fhine  with  kindeil  beam* 
On  ev'ry  work  his  hands  begin. 

4  But  finners  find  their  counfels  croft  ; 
As  chaff  before  the  tempeil  flies  ; 

So  (hall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  loft, 
When  the  laft  trumpet  makes  the  fides. 

5  In  vain  the  rebels  feek  to  ftand 
In  judgment  with  the  pious  race  ; 

The  dreadful  Judge  with  ftern  command 
Divides  them  to  a  diiPrent  place. 

6  "  Straight  is  the  way  my  faints  have  trod, 
"  I  blefs'd  the  path  and  drew  it  plain  ; 

"  But  you  would  chufe  the  crooked   road, 
"  And  down  it  leads  to  endlefs  pain." 

A  2 


5  PSALM     II, 

PSALM    II.  Short  Metre. 

Tranflated  according  to  the  divine  pattern. 

Aas  iv.  24,     fSc, 

Christ's  dying,  rijing,intereeeding,  and  reigning. 

[1    Ti  M  AKER  and  fov'reign  Lord 

J_\jL   Of  heaven,  and  earth  and  feas, 
Thy  providence  confirms  thy  word, 
And  anfwers  thy  decrees. 

2  The  things  fo  long  foretold 
By  David  are  fulfill'd, 

When  Jews  and  Gentiles  join  to  flay 
Jesus,  thine  holy  Child.] 

3  Why  did  the  Gentiles  rage, 
And  Jenvs  with  one  accord 

Bend  all  their  counfels  to  deftroy 
Th*  anointed  of  the  Lord  ? 

4  Rulers  and  kings  agree 
To  form  a  vain  defign  ; 

Againft  the  Lord  their  pow'rs  unite 
Againft  his  Christ  they  join. 

5  The  Lord  derides  their  rage, 
And  will  fupport  his  throne.  fr 

He  that  hath  rais'd  him  from  the  dead 
Hath  own'd  him  for  his  Son. 

Pause. 

»w  he's  afcended  high, 
And  afks  to  rule  the  earth  ; 

merit  of  his  blood  he  p!eads, 
And  pleads  his  heav'nly  birth. 

-  He  2 Acs,  and  God  beftows 
A  large  inheritance  ; 

Id's  remoter!  ends 
JJ  advacfe. 


PSALM    II. 

8  The  nations  that  rebel 

Muft  feel  his  iron  rod  ; 
He'll  vindicate  thofe  honours  well 

Which  he  receiv'd  from  God. 

[9  Be  wife  ye  rulers,  now, 

And  worfhip  at  his  throne  ; 
With  trembling  joy,  ye  people,  bow 

To  God's  exalted  Son. 

10  If  once  his  wrath  arife, 

Ye  perifh  on  the  place  ; 
Then  blefTed  is  the  foul  that  flies 

For  refuge  to  his  grace.] 

PSALM    II.     Common  Metre, 

1  IT  7HY  did  the  nations  join  to  flay 

VV    The  Lord's  anointed  Son  j 
Why  did  they  call  his  laws  away, 
And  tread  his  gofpel  down  ? 

2  The  Lord  that  fits  above  the  Ikies 
Derides  their  rage  below, 

He  fpeaks  with  vengeance  in  his  eyes 
And  ftrikes  his  Tpirits  through. 

3  "  I  call  him  my  eternal  Son, 

"  And  raife  him  from  the  dead  ; 
"  I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 
"  And  wide  his  kingdom  fpread. 

4  "Afk  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 
u  The  utmoft  Heathen  lands  : 

*'  Thy  rod  of  iron  mall  deflroy 
"  The  rebel  that  withftands." 

5  Be  wife  ye  rulers  of  the  earth, 
Obey  th'  anointed  Lord, 

Adore  the  King  of  heav'nly  birth> 
And  tremble  at  his  word* 


j  r  o  a  l  m     n, 

6  With  humble  love  addrefs  his  throne 

For  if  he  frown  ye  die  : 
Thofe  arc  fecure,  and  thofe  alone, 

Who  on  his  grace  rely. 

PSALM    II.     Long  Metre. 
Christ's  death,  refur reel Hon,  and  a/cent  ion. 

1  \1C/HY  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage 

VV    The  Romans  why  their  fwords  employ 
Againft  the  Lord  their  pow'rs  engage 
His  dear  anointed  to  deftroy  r* 

2  "  Come,  let  us  break  his  bands,  they  fay, 
u  This  man  mail  never  give  us  laws," 
And  thus  they  cad  his  yoke  away, 

And  nail'd  the  Monarch  to  the  crofs. 

3  But  God,  who  high  in  glory  reigns, 
Laughs  at  their  pride,  their    rage  controuls  1 
He'll  vex  their  hearts  with  inward  pains, 
And  fpeak  in  thunder  to  their  fouls. 

4  "  I  will  maintain  the  King  I  made 
"  On  Zion's  everlafting  hill  ; 

44  My  hand  mall  bring  him  from  the  dead, 
"  And  he  (hall  fland  your  Sov'reign  (till." 

[c  His  wond'rous  rifing  from  the  earth 
Makes  his  eternal  God-head  known  ; 
The  Lord  declares  his  heavenly  birth, 
44  This  day  have  I  begot  my  Son. 

°  «■  Afcend,  my  Son,  to  my  right  hand, 
"  There  thou  malt  afk,  and  1  beftow 
14  The  utmoft  bounds  of  Heathen  lands 
*'  To  thee  the  Northern  ifles  (hall  bow." 

7  But  nations  that  rcfift  his  grace 

Shall  fall  beneath  his  iron  flroke  ; 
His  rod  fhnll  cr  ill  his  foes  with  cafe, 

As  potters  earthen  work  is  broke. 


Y  5  A  L.  M     111.  5 

Pause. 

8  Now  ye  that  fit  on  earthly  thrones, 

Be  wife,  and  ferve  the  Lord  the  Lamb  : 
Now  to  his  feet  fubmit  your  crowns, 
Rejoice  and  tremble  at  his  name. 

9  With  humble  love  addrefs  the  Son, 
Left  he  grow  angry,  and  ye  die  ; 

His  wrath  will  barn  to  worlds  unknown, 
If  ye  provoke  his  jealoufy. 
io  His  ftorms  mall  drive  you  quick  to  hell  ; 
He  is  a  God,  and  ye  but  duft, 
Happy  the  fouls  that  know  him  well, 
And  make  his  grace  their  only  truft. 

PSALM    III.     Common  Metre. 

Doubts   and  fears  fupprefs'd  ;  or,  God  our  De- 
fence from  fin  and  Satan. 

1  Ti  JfY  God,  how  many  are  my  fears  ! 
j\X  How  fail  my  foes  increafe« 

Confpiriig  my  eternal  death, 
They  break  my  prefent  peace. 

2  The  lying  tempter  would  perfuade 
There's  no  relief  in  heav'n  ; 

And  all  my  fwelling  fins  appear 
Too  big  to  be  forgiv'n. 

3  But  thou  my  glory  and  my  ftrength, 
Shalt  on  the  tempter  tread  ; 

Shalt  (ilence  all  my  threat'ning  guilt, 
And  raife  my  drooping  head. 

[4  I  cry'd,  and  from  his  holy  hill 

He  bow'd  a  lift'ning  ear  ; 
I  call'd  my  Father,  and  my  God, 

And  he  fubdu'd  my  fear. 

5  He  died  foft  flumbers  on  mine  eyes, 
In  fpite  of  all  my  foes, 


io 


ri)ALM      111. 


I  'woke  and  wonder'd  at  the  grace 
That  guarded  my  repofe.] 

6  What  tho*  the  holt  of  death  and  hel! 
Ail  arm'd  againft  me  ilood, 

Terrors  no  more  mall  fhake  my  foul ; 
My  refuge  is  my  (jod, 

7  Arife,  O  Lord,  fulfil  thy  grace, 

I  thy  glory  fmg  ; 
My  God  has  broke  the  ferpent's  teeth, 
And  death  has  loft  his  fting. 

S  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs, 

His  arm  alone  can  favc  : 
Bleftings  attend  thy  people  here, 

And  reach  beyond  the  grave, 

L  M  Iil.  i,  2,  3,  4,  5,  8.  Long  Metre, 


A  Morning  Pfalm. 

OLCRD,  how  many  are  my  foes, 
hi  this  weak  ftate  of  fleih  and  blood  I 
My  peace  they  daily  difcompofe, 
But  my  defence  and  hope  is  God. 

Tir'd  with  the  burdens  of  the  day, 
To  thee  I  rais'd  an  ev'ning  cry  : 
Thou  heard'lt  when  I  began  to  prayi 
And  thine  almighty  help  was  nigh. 

Supported  by  thine  heav'nly  aid, 
1  laid  me  down  and  flept  fecure  : 
Not  death  mould  make  my  heart  afraid, 
Tho'  1  fhould  wake  r.nd  rife  no  more. 

But  God  fuftain'd  me  all  the  night  ; 
Salvation  doth  to  God  belong  : 
He  rais'd  my  head  to  fee  the  light, 
And  make  hispraife  my  morning  long. 


PSALM    VI.  13 

Pause. 

6  My  watchful  enemies   combine 

To  tempt  my  feet  aftray  ; 
They  flatter  with  a  bafe  defign, 
To  make  my  foul  their  prey. 

7  Lord  crufh  the  ferpent  in  the  dufr, 

And  all  his  plots  deftroy  ; 
While  they  that  in  thy  mercy  trufi\ 
For  ever  fhout  for  joy. 

3  The  men  that  love  and  fear  thy  name, 
Shall  fee  their  hopes  fulfilPd  ; 
The  mighty  God  will  compafs  them 
With  favor  as  a  ftiield, 

PSALM    VI.     Common     Metre. 
Complaint  in  Jtcknefs  ;  or,  difeafes  healed. 

1  TN  anger  Lord  rebuke  me  not, 

JL     Withdraw  the  dreadful  ftorm  ; 
Nor  let  thy  fury  grow  fo  hot 
Againft  a  feeble  worm. 

2  My  foul's  bow'd  down  with  heavy  cares, 

My  flefti  with  pain  oppreft  : 
My  couch  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
My  tears  forbid  my  reft. 

3  Sorrow  and  pain  wear  out  my  days  ; 

I  wafte  the  night  with  cries, 

Counting  the  minutes  as  they  pafs, 

'Till  the  flow  morning  rife. 

4  Shall  I  be  ftill  tormented  more  ? 

Mine  eye  confum'd  with  grief  ? 
How  long,  my  God,  how  long,  before 
Thy  hand  afford  relief  ? 

5  He  hears  when  duft  and  afhes  fpealc, 

He  pities  all  our  groans, 
He  faves  us  for  his  mercy's  fake. 
And  heals  our  broken  bones. 

i 


e  virtue  of  his  fov'reign  word 
Reliorcs  our  fainting)  bit 
For  filcnt  graves  praife  not  the  L 
Nor  ii  he  known  in  death. 

P  S  A  L  M     \'I.     Long  Metre. 
"Terr pi  at  ions  in  Jicknefs  overcome. 

i    T     ORD,  I  can  fufFcr  thy  rebukes, 

1   J  When  thou  with  kindnefs  doit  chai*:iV 
But  thy  fierce  wrath  I  cannot  bear, 
O  let  it  not  agr.inft  me  rife  ! 
2  Pity  my  languiihing  c-ftate, 

And  cafe  the  forrows  that  I  feel  ; 

The  wounds  thine  heavy  hand  hath  made, 

O  let  thy  getitler  touches  heal  r* 

.  weary  days 
In  lighs  2nd  groans  ;  and  when  'tis  night, 
My  '  i  with  my  tears  ; 

My  grief  confumes  and  dims  my  fighr. 

4  Looh.  how  the  po  c  mourn  ! 

J  tow  long,  almighty  G 
When  fhal!  thine  hoar  of  grace  return  ? 
my  long  ? 

*  I  fee!  my  flefl:    . 

to  difrair    : 
praife  the  Lord, 
there. 

6  Depart  ye  tempters  from  my  foul  ; 
And  all  defpairing  thpughM  depart  ; 
God,  who  hears  my  humble  mr 
Will  eafe  •  i  chear  my  hes 

p  S  A  L  M     VII.    Common  I 
Gdd's  en  re  of  his  people , 


M 


V  truli  - 


PSALM    VII.  15 

Rife,  and  my  helplefs  life  defend 
From  thofe  that  feek  my  blood, 
a  With  infolence  and  fury  they 
My  foul  in  pieces  tear, 
As  hungry  lions  rend  the  prey 
When  no  deliv'rer's  near. 

3  If  I  had  e'er  provok'd  them  firft, 

Or  once  abus'd  my  foe, 
Then  let  him  tread  my  life  to  daft, 
And  lay- mine  hondur  low. 

4  If  there  be  malice  hid  in  me, 

I  know  thy  piercing  eyes  ;  ] 
I  fhould  not  dare  appeal  to  thee, 
Nor  afk  my  God  to  rife. 

5  Arife,  my  God,  lift  up  thy  hand, 

Their  pride  and  power  controu!  ; 
Awake  to  judgment  and  command 
Deliv'rance  for  my  foul. 

Pause. 
[6  Let  finners  and  their  wicked  rage, 
Be  humbled  to  the  drift, 
Shall  not  the  God  of  truth  engage 
To  vindicate  the  juft   ? 

7  He  knows  the  heart,  he  tries  the  reins  ; 

He  will  defend  th5  upright  ; 
His  fharpeft  arrows  he  ordains 
Againft  the  fons  of  fpite. 

8  For  me  their  malice  digg'd  a  pit, 

But  there  themfelves  are  baft  ; 
My  God  makes  all  their  mifchief  light 
On  their  own  head<  at  lah\] 

9  That  cruel  perfecting  race, 

Mutf  fed  his  dreadful  fword  : 
Awake  my  foul,  and  praife  the  grace 
And  juitice  of  the  Lord, 


fSALM    VIII. 

P  S  A  L  i\I     VII  r.     Short  Metre. 

•God's    fo*vtrtigniy    and  goodnefs  ;    and    man 
dcminicn  <rver  the  creatures. 

i    /^\   Lord,  our  heav'nly  king, 
\^J  Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 
"Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fprcad, 
.And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  fhmc. 

z  When  to  thy  works  on  high 

ife  my  wond'ring  eyes, 
.And  fee  the  moon  com  pleat  in  light 

Adorn  the  darkfome  ikies. 
3  When  I  furvey  the  fb.rs, 

And  iill  their  mining  forms, 
Loan,  whnt  is  man,  that  worthless  thing, 

A-kin  to  dull  and  worms  ? 
.4  Lord,  what  is  worthlefs  man, 

That  thou  moulds  love  hira  fo  ? 
Next  to  thine  Angels  is  he  plac'd, 

And  lord  of  all  below. 

5  Thine  honours  crown  his  head 
While  beafls  like  flaves  obey. 

And  birds  that  cut  the  air  with  wings, 
And  fifli  that  cleave  the  fea. 

6  How  rich  thy  bounties  are  1 
And  wond'rous  are  thy  ways  : 

Of  dull  and  worms  thy  power  can  frame 
A  monument  of  praife. 

[j  Out  of  the  mouths  of  babes 

And  fucklings,  thou  can. 'ft  draw 
Surprifing  honours  to  thy  name, 

And  ilrike  the  world  with  awe. 

%  O  Lord  our  hcav'nly  king, 

^'hy  name  is  all  divine  ; 
Tny  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread, 

And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  mine.  J 


PSAL  M     VIIT.  if 

PSALM     VIJI.  Common  Metre.       . 

Christ's     condefcenfan    and    glorification  ;   cr, 

God  made  Man. 
i   f~\  Lord,  our  Lord,  how  woncTrous  great 

\J  Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 
The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  ftate 

Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 

2  When  I  behold  thy  works  on  high,. 
The  moon  that  rules  the  night, 

And  ftars  that  well  adorn  the  fky, 
Thofe  moving  worlds  oflight ; 

3  Lord,  what  is  man,  or  all  his  race, 
Who  dwells  fo  far  below, 

That  thou  fhould'it  vifit  him  with  grace, 
And  love  his  nature  fo  ? 

4  That  thine  eternal  Son  mould  bear, 
To  take  a  mortal  form, 

Made  lower  than  his  angels  are, 
To  fave  a  dying  worm  ? 

[5  Yet  while  he  Hv'd  on  earth  unknown, 

And  men  would  not  adore, 
Th'  obedient  feas  and  rimes  own 

His  Godhead  and  his  power. 

6  The  waves  lay  fpread  beneath  his  feet, 
And  fifh  at  his  command, 

Bring  their  large  fhoals  to  Peter's  net. 
Bring  tribute  to  his  hand. 

7  Thefe  leiTer  glories  of  the  Son 
^  Shone  thro*  the  flefhly  cloud  ; 

Now  we  behold  him  on  his  throne, 
And  men  confefs  him  God.] 

8  Let  him  be  crown'd  with  majefty 
Who  bow'd  his  head  to  death  ; 

And  be  Ws  honours  founded  high;^  • 

By  zll  things  that  have  breath, 


iS  PSALM    VIII. 

g  Jesus,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great 

Is  thi;u  exalted  name  ! 
The  glotic  of  thy  heav'nly  ftate 
Let  the  whole  earth  proclaim. 
PSALM    VIII.  <ver.  I,   2.    Paraph  ra/ed. 

Firji  Part.      Long    Metre. 
9%:    bo/anna     of    the     children  ;     or,     infant t 
praijing  God. 

1  A    LMIGHTY  Ruler  of  the  flcies, 

jtx.  Thro'  the  wide  earth  thy  name  is  fpread. 

And  thine  eternal  glories  rife 

O'er  all  the  heav'ns  thy  hands  have  made. 

2  To   thee  the  voices  of  the  young 
A  monument  of  honour  raife  : 

And  babes,  with  uninftructed  tongue, 
Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praife. 

j  Thy  pow'r  aflitb  their  tender  age 
To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground, 
To  ftill  the  bold  blafphemer's  rage, 
And  all  their  policies  confound. 

4  Children  amidil  thy  temple  throng 
To  fee  their  ^reat  Redeemer's  face  j 
The  Son  of  David  is  their  fong, 
And  young  hofanna's  fill  the^lace. 

5  The  frowning  fcribes  and  angry  priefls 
In  vain  their  impious  cavils  bring  ; 
Revenge  iits  filent  in  their  breafts. 
While  Jewijh  babes  proclaim  their  King. 

JP  S  A  L  M.     VIII.    <ver.  J^rfri    Paraphra/ed. 

Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 
Adam  WChrist,  Lords  of  the  old  and  nsvj 
creation. 


'L 


ORD,  what  was  man  when  made  at 
J  dam  the  offspring  of  the  duff, 


PSALM    IX.  19 

That  thou  (hould'ft  fet  him  and  his  race 
But  juft  below  an  angel's  place  ? 

2  That  thou  mould'il  raife  his  nature  To, 
And  make  him  lord  of  all  below, 
Make  ev'ry  beaft  and  bird  lubmit, 
And  lay  the  fillies  at  his  feet  ? 

3  But  O  !  what  brighter  glories  wait 
To  crown  the  fecond  Adam's  ftate  ! 
What  honours  mall  thy  Son  adorn, 
Who  condefcended  to  be  born  ? 

4  See  him  below  his  angels  made  * 
See  him  in  duil  among  the  dead. 
To  fave  a  ruin'd  world  from  fin  : 
But  he  mall  reign  with  pow'r  divine. 

5  The  world  to  come,  redeem'd  from  all 
The  mis'ries  that  attend  the  fall, 
New  made,  and  glorious,  mall  fubmit 
At  our  exalted  Saviour's  feet. 

PSALM     IX..    lirfl   Part. 

Wrath  and  mercy  /rem  the  jvdgmentrfiat. 

\   t  T  7ITH  my  whole  heart  I'll  raife  my  fong, 

VV    Thy  wonders  I'll  proclaim  : 

Thou  fov'reign  Judge  cf  right  and  wrong, 

Wik  put  my  foes  to  fhame. 

2  I'll  fmg  thy  Majeity  and  grace  ? 

My  God  prepares  his  throne 
To  judge  the  world  in  righteoufnefs, 
And  make  his  vengeance  known. 

3  Then  ihal!  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove 

For  all  the  poor  oppreft  ; 

To.  fave  t  e  people  of  his  love, 

And  give  the  weary  reft. 

4  The  men ,  that  know  thy  name  will  Bol 

In  thy  abundant  grace  ; 


10  P  S  A  L  M     IX. 

okthejuft, 
ek  thy  face. 

•-ous  Lord, 
[la  oh  Zions  hill, 
Who  executes  his  threat'ning  word, 
Anu  uoth  his  grate  fulfill. 

PSALM     IX.  z-cr.    12.  Second  Part. 

The  ivt/dcm  and  equity  of  Providence. 

i    V  T  7Hen  the  great  Judge,  fupreme  andjuft, 
VV      Shall  once  enquire  for  blood, 
The  humble  fouls  that  mourn  in  duft 
Shall  find  a  faithful  God. 

z  He  from  the  dreadful  gates  of  death 
Does  his  own  children  raife  ; 
In  Z ion's  gates,  with  chearful  breath, 
They  fing  their  Father's  praife. 

3  His  foes  mall  fall  with  heediefs  feet, 

Into  the  pit  they  made  ; 
And  fmners  peiifh  in  the  net 
'That  their  own  hands  have  fpread. 

4  Thus  by  thy  judgments,  mighty  God, 

Are  thy  deep  counfels  known  ; 
When  men  of  mifchief  are  deftroy'd, 
The  fnare  mud  be  their  own. 

Pa   u  s   e. 

5  The  wicked  fhall  fink  down  to  hell  ; 

Thy  wrath  devour  the  lands, 
That  dare  forget  thee,  or  rebel 
Againft  thy  known  commands. 

6  Though  faints  to  fore  diftrefs  are  brought, 

And  wait,  and  long  complain, 

Their  cries  fhall  not  be  flill  forgot, 

Nor  fhall  their  hopes  be  vaia 


PSALM    X.  21 

f*7  Rife,  great  Redeem'  r,  from  thy  feat, 

To  judge  and  fave  trie  poor  ; 
iet  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet, 

And  man  prevail  no  more. 
8  Thy  thunder  mall  affright  the  proud, 

And  put  their  hearts  to  pain, 
Make  'em  confefs  that  thou  art  God, 

And  they  but  feeble  men.] 

PSALM    X.     Common  Metre. 

Prayers  heard,    and  faints  fa<ved  ;  or,     pride, 
at  keif m,  and  opprejjion  punijbed. 

For  a  humiliation  day. 

1  II7HY  doth  the  Lord  Hand  off  fo  far  > 

V  V     And  why  conceal  his  face, 
When  great  calamities  appear, 
And  times  of  deep  dillrefs  ? 

2  Lord,  Avail  the  wicked ftill  deride 
Thy  juftice  and  thy  pow'T  ? 

Shall  they  advance  their  heads  in  pride, 
And  ftill  thy  faints  devour  ? 

3  T/>ey  put  thy  judgments  from  their  fight, 
And  then  infult  the  poor  ; 

They  boafi  in  their  exalted  height, 
That  they  mall  fall  no  more. 

4  Arife,  O  God,  lift  up  thine  hand, 
Attend  our  humble  cry  ; 

No  enemy  fhall  dare  to  ftand 
When  God  afcends  on  high. 

Pause. 

5  Why  do  the  men  of,  malice  rage, 
And  fay  with  foolifh  pride, 

The  God  of  hearts  will  ne'er  engage 
Tofgbt  on  Zion'sjide. 


22  PSALM    XI. 

Rw  ever  art\fhe  Lord  ; 

And  pow'rful  is  thine  hand, 

Heathen  felt  thy  fword, 
And  pcrifhd  from  thy  land. 

7  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray, 
And  caufe  thine  ear  to  hear, 

He  hearkens  what  his  children  fay, 
And  puts  the  world  in  fear. 

8  Proud  tyrants  (hall  no  more  opprefs. 
No  mcredefpife  the  juft  ; 

And  mighty  finners  fliall  confefs 
They  are  but  earth  and  duft. 

PSALM     XI.     Long  Metre. 

God  leva  the  righteous  t  and -hates  the  <ivuked. 

i   "\yfY   refuge  is  the  God  of  love  ; 
JlVjL   Why  do  my  foes  infult  and  cry, 
Fly  like  a  timrcus  trembling  dwe, 
7o  diflant  -"woods  or  mauntaim  Jlj  ? 

z  If  government  be  all  deftroy'd, 
(Thai  firm  foundition  of  cur  peace) 
And  violence  make  jultice  void, 
Where  ftiall  the  righteous  feek  rcdrefs  f 

3  TWe  Lord  in  heav'n  hns  fix'd  his  throne, 
His  eyes  furvey  the  world  below  ; 

To  him  all  mortal  things  are  known  ; 
His  eye-lids  fearch  our  fpirits  through. 

4  If  he  afrli&s  his  faints  fo  far, 

To  prove  their  love  and  try  their  grace, 
What  may  the  bold  trarifgreflbrs  fear  ? 
Hb  very  foul  abhors  their  ways. 

5  On  impious  wretches  he  mall  rain 
Tempefts  of  brimftone,  fire,  and  death, 
Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  plain 

Of  Sodom  with  his  angry  breath. 


PSALM    XII.  23 

h  The  righteous  Lord  loves  righteous  fouls, 
Whofe  thoughts  and  actions  arc  fmcere, 
And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 
The  men  that  his  own  image  bear. 

PSALM     XII.     Long  Metre. 
The  faints  fafety  and    hope  in  evil  times  ;     or, 
fins  ef  the  tongue  complained  of  viz.   blafphe- 
my>  faljhood,  Sec. 

1  T     ORD,  if  thou  doft  not  foon  appear 
1    j   Virtue  and  truth  will  fly  away  ; 

A  faithful  man  amongft  us  here 
Willfcarce  be  found,  if  thou  delay. 

2  The  whole  difcourfe  when  neighbours  meet 
Is  fill'd  with  trifles  loofe  and  vain  ; 
Their  lips  are  flatt'ry  and  deceit, 

And  their  proud  language  is  profane. 

3  But  lips  that  with  deceit  abound 

Shall  not  maintain  their  triumph  long  : 
The  God  of  vengeance  will  confound 
The  flatt'ring  and  blafpheming  tongue. 

4  Yet  f> all  our  words  be  fra\  they  cry, 
Our  tongues  /hall  he  controuV  d  by  none  : 
Where  is  the  Lord  nvill  ajk  us  ivhy  ? 
Or  fay  ',  our  lips  are  not  our  ozvn  ? 

5  The  Lord  who  fees  the  poor  opprcft, 
And  hears  th'  oppreiTor's  haughty  ltrain, 
Will  rife  to  give  his  children  reft, 

Nor  mall  they  truft  his  word  in  vain. 

6  Thy  word,  O  Lord,  tho'  often  try'd, 
Void  of  deceit  (hall  ftill  appear  ; 
Notfilver  feven  times  purify'd 

From  drols  and  mixture,  Ihines  fo  clear. 

7  Thy  grace  mail  in  the  darkeft  hour 
Defend  the  holv  foul  from  harm  ; 


24  PSALM    XII. 

Tho'  when  the  vileft  men  have  pow'r, 

On  ev'ry  fide  wiil  Tinners  fwarm. 
PSALM     XII.     Common  Metre. 
Complaint  tf  a  general  corruption  of  manners  ;  or, 

tbeprcmift  and  Jigns  of  Christ's  comn.ing    to 
judgment. 
I   T  1  ELP  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail, 

XT.     Religion  lofes  ground  ! 
The  fons  of  violence  prevail, 

And  treacheries  abound. 

2  Their  oaths  and  promifes  they  break, 
Yet  ad  the  flatt'rer's  part  ; 

With  fair  deceitful  lips  they  fpeak, 
And  with  a  double  heart. 

3  If  we  reprove  fome  hateful  lie, 
How  is  their  fury  ftirrd  ? 

Are  net  our  lips  oar  ozvn,  they  cry, 
And  iv  bo  /hall  be  our  Lord  ? 

4  Scoffer's  appear  on  every  fide, 

While  a  vile  race  of  men 
Are  rais'd  to  feats  of  pow'r  and  pride, 

And  bear  the  fvvord  in  vain. 

Pause. 

5  Lord,  when  iniquities  aboun  J, 
And  blafphemy  grows  bold, 

When  faith  is  hardly  to  be  found, 
And  love  is  waxing  cold  : 

6  Is  not  thy  chariot  haft'ning  on  ; 
Haft  thou  not  giv'n  the  fign  ? 

May  we  not  truft  and  live  upon 
A  promife  fo  divine  ? 

7  »«  Yes,  faith  the  Lord,  now  will  I  rife, 
««  And  make  oppreflbrs  flee  ; 

««  I  mill  appear  to  their  furprife, 

«*  Arxi  fet  my  fervants  free." 


PSALM    XIII.  15 

8  Thy  word  like  filver  (even  times  try'd, 
Thro'  ages  Ihall  endure  : 
The  men  that  in  thy  truth  confide,  . 
Shall  find  the  promife  fure. 
PSAL  M     XIII.     Long  Metre. 
F leading'  with  God  under  defer  tien;    or,    hope 

in  darknefs. 
i   T]  OW  long,  O  Lord,  mall  I  complain 
JLX  Like  one  that  feeks  his  God  in  vain.  ? 
Can'ft  thou  thy  face  forever  hide, 
And  I  ftill  pray  and  be  deny'd  ? 

2  Shall  I  forever  be  forgot, 

As  one  whom  thou  regardeft  not  ? 
Still  (hall  my  foul  thy  abfence  mourn  ? 
And  ftill  defpair  of  thy  return  ? 

3  How  long  mail  my  poor  troubled  breaft 
Be  with  thefe  anxious  thoughts  oppreft  I 
And  fatan,  my  malicious  foe, 

Rejoice  to  fee  me  funk  fo  low  ? 

4  Hear,  Lord,  and  grant  me  quick  relief. 
Before  my  death  concludes  my  grief ; 
If  thou  with-hold  thy  heav'nly  light, 

I  fleep  in  everlafting  night. 

5  How  will  the  pow'rs  of  darknefs  boaft. 
If  but  one  praying  foul  be  loft  ; 

But  I  have  trufted  in  thy  grace, 
And  fhall  again  behold  thy  face. 

6  Whate'er  my    fears  or  foes  fuggeft, 
Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  reft  * 
My  heart  fhall  feel  thy  love,  and  raife 
My  chearful  voice  to  fongs  of  praife. 

PSALM     XIII.     Common  Metre. 
Complaint  wider  temptations  of  the  devil, 
l   TJOW  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  f 
XX   My  God  novy  Jong  delay  ? 


26  P  S  A  L  M     XVI. 

When  Ol'all  I  feel  thofc  hesv'nly  fars 
That  chace  my  fears  away  i 

Z  How  long  mill  my  poor  labc  • 
toil  in  vain  r* 
Thv\vj:u  can  all  my  foes  controul, 
Ar.d  c.ife  my  raging  pain. 

3  See  how  the  prince  of  darknefs  tries 

All  his  malicious  arti, 
He  lpreads  a  milt  around  my  eye*. 
And  ncry  darts. 

4  13e  '.hois  my  fun  and  thcu  my  wield. 

My  foul  in  fafety  keep  ; 
Make  hafle  before  mine  eyes  are  feaPd 
In  death's  eternal  fleep. 

5  Ho«v  would  the  tempter  boall  aloud 

If  I  become  his  prey  ! 
Bchf-'J  the  fons  of  hell  grow  proud 
At  thy  fo  long  delay. 

C  Eut  they  mail  fly  at  thy  rebuke, 
And  fatan  hide  his  head  : 
He  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  look, 
And  hears  thy  voice  with  dread. 

'on  wilt  difplay  that  fov'reign  grace 
Where  all  my  hopes  have  hung  ; 

I  (hall  employ  my  lip^in  praife, 

And  vicVry  (hall  be  fung. 

PSAL  M  XIV.  Firfi  Part.  Common  Metre. 

By  nature  all  men  are  /Inner s. 

i    y^OOLS  in  their  heart  believe  a'nd  fay, 

J/       *4  That  ail  religion's  vain  ; 
"  There  is  no  God  that  reigns  on  high, 

II  Or  minds  th'  afTairs  of  men." 

2  From  thoughts  {o  dreadful  and  profane, 
^or.-upt  difcourfe  proceeds  ; 


PSALM    XIV.  afl 

And  in  their  impious  hands  are  found 
Abominable  deeds. 

3  The  Lord  from  his  celeftial  throne, 

Look'd  down  on  things  below, 
To  find  the  man  that  fought  his  gracef 
Or  did  his  juftice  know. 

4  By  nature  all  are  gone  aftray  ; 

Their  practice  all  the  fame  .- 
There's  none  that  fears  his  Maker's  hand, 
There's  none  that  loves  his  name. 

5  Their  tongues  are  us'd  to  fpeak  deceit  ; 

Their  flanders  never  ceafe  : 
How  fwift  to  mifchief  are  their  feet  ! 
Nor  know  the  paths  of  peace. 

6  Such  feeds  of  fin  (that  bitter  root) 

In  ev'ry  heart  are  found  ; 
Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit, 
'Till  grace  refine  the  ground. 

PSALM     XIV.      Second     Pari. 

The  folly  of  pcrfccutcrs. 

1  A   RE  finners  now  {o  fenfelefs  grew::, 
J^\     That  they  the  faints  devour  ; 
And  never  worlhip  at  thy  throne, 

Nor  fear  thine  awful  pow'r. 

2  Great  God  !  appear  to  their  furprife, 

Reveal  thy  dreadful  name  1 
Let  them  no  more  thy  wrath  defpife, 
Nor  turn  our  hope  to  ma  me, 

3  Doft  thou  not  dwell  among  the  juft, 

And  yet  our  foes  deride, 
That  we  fhould  make  thy  rrerne  our  trull  ? 
Great  God  !  confound  their  pride. 

4  O  that    the  joyful  day  were  ccme, 

To  finifh  our  diftrefs  ! 


23  PSALM    XV. 

-  Gcd  (hall  bring  his  children  home, 
Our  for.gs  mall  never  ceafe. 

P  S  A  L  If     XV.     Common  Metre. 
Characlers  cf  n  feint  ;    or,  a  citizen    cf  Zion  ; 

ur,  the  qualifications  cf  a  cbrijhan. 
J    V  X  7HO  (hall  inhabit  in  thy  hill, 
VV      OGodofholinefs  ?' 
Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 
So  near  his  th.-one  of  grace  ? 

2  The  Iks  in  pious  ways, 

And  works  with  righteous  hands, 
Th.'it  trufts  his  Maker*  promifes, 
And  follows   his  commands. 

fpeaka  the  meaning  of  his  heart, 
Nor  flanccrs  with  his  tongue  ; 
Will  fearer*  believe  an  ill  report, 
Nor  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

- 
Loves  all  that  fear  the  Lord  ; 

iiii  word. 

5   His  hinds  difdain  a  golden  bribe, 
And  never  gripe  the  poor  ; 
Thi*  man  /hall  dwell  with  Gcd  on  earth, 
And  find  his  heav'n  fecure. 
PSALM     XV.     Long  Metre. 

r  andjufice,  gesdnefs  and  truth  ;  or,  Du- 
ties tc  God  and  man  ;  or,  the  qualifications  cf 
a  chrifiian. 

1  \  K/HO  mall  afcend  thy  heav'nlv  Dlace,    • 
VV     Great  God, and  dwell  before  thy  face  ! 

The  man  that  minds  religion  now, 
And  humbly  walks  with  God  below. 

2  Whore  hands  are  pure,  whofe  heart  is  cler\n,     ' 
Wh-jfe  lips  ftiil  fpeak  the  thing  they  mean  ; 


PSALM    XVL  29 

No  flanders  dwell  upon  his  tongue  ; 
He  hates  to  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

[3  Scarce  will  he  truft  an  ill  report, 
Nor  vent  it  to  his  neighbour's  hurt  : 
Sinners  of  ftate  hs  can  defpife, 
But  faints  are  honour'd  in  his  eyes.] 

[4  Firm  to  his  word  he  ever  ftood, 
And  always  makes  his  promife  good  ; 
Nor  dares  to  change  the  thing  he  fwears> 
Whatever  pain  or  lofs  he  bears.] 

[5  He  never  deals  in  bribing  gold, 

And  mourns  that  juftice  mould  be  fold  : 
While  others  gripe  and  grind  the  poor, 
Sweet  charity  attends  his  door.] 

6  He  loves  his  enemies  and  pr^ys 

For  thofe  that  curfe  him  to  his  face  : 
And  doth  to  all  men  ftill  the  fime 
That  he  would  hope  or  vviili  from  them. 

7  Yet,  when  his  holieft  works  are  done, 
His  foul  depends  on  grace  alone  : 
This  is  the  man  thy  face  (hall  fee, 
And  dwell  forever,  Lord,  with  thee 

PSALM     XVI.  Tirfi  Part.     Long  Metre,: 

Cenfejjton  of  cur  po-verfy,  and  faints  tfo  h>ft  com- 
pany ;  or, good  nvorks  profit  men,  not  God. 

^.RESERVE  me,  Lord  in  time  of  need, 
For  lucccur  to  thy  thrui?e  1  fiee, 
"BlU  have  no  merits  rhfcse  to  ptaad  ; 

:  Oh  have  my  heart  and  U 

-  arid  how  ;x  or  I  am  ; 
My  pr  blei^, 

-  -> 
Q   1 


30  PSALM    XVI. 

'  3  Yet  Lord,  thy  faints  on  earth  may  reap, 
Some  profit  by  the  good  we  do  ; 
Thefe  are  the  company  I  keep, 
Thefe  ire  the  choiceft  friends  I  know. 

4  Let.others  chufe  the  fons  of  mirth, 
To  give  a  rclirti  to  their  wine, 
I  love  the  men  of  heav'nly  birth, 
Whofe  thoughts  and  language  are  divine. 

PSALM     XVF.     Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 

Christ's  All-fujficiency. 
I   T  T  OW  faft  their  guilt  and  forrow  rife, 
JLjL    Who  haile  to  feek  fome  idol  god  ; 
I  will  not  tafte  their  facrifice, 
Their  oft 'rings  of  forbidden  blood. 

2  My  God  provides  a  richer  cup, 
And  nobler  food  to  live  upon  ; 
He  for  my  life  has  ofrer'd  up 
Jefus  his  bell  beloved  Son. 

3  His  love  is  my  perpetual  feaft  ; 

By  day  his  counfels  guide  me  right  ; 
And  be  his  name  forever  bleft, 
Who  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  night. 

4  I  fet  him  ftill  before  mine  eyes  ; 

At  my  right-hand  he  itands  prepar'd 
To  keep  my  foul  from  r.  11  furprife, 
And  be  my  everlafling  guard. 

PSALM     XVI.     Third  Part.   Long  Metre. 
Courage  in    death  y    and  hope  of  the  refwrcSIion* 

i    T  X  7 H E N  God  is  nigh  my  faith  is  ftrong, 
V  V    His  r.rm  is  my  almighty  prop  : 
fad  my  heart,  rejoice  my  tongue, 
My  dying  flefh  (hall  reft  in  hope. 

2  Tho'  in  the  duft  I  lay  my  head, 

ratious  God,  thiou  wilt  not  leave 


PSALM    XVL  jf 

My  foul  forever  with  the  dead, 
Nor  lofe  thy  children  in  the  gfave, 

3  My  flefh  (hall  thy  firft  call  obey, 
Shake  off  the  duft  and  rife  on  high  ; 
Then  malt  thou  lead  the  wond'rous  way 
tip  to  thy  throne  above  the  fky. 

4  There  dreams  of  endlefs  pleafure  flow, 
And  full  difcov'ries  of  thy  grace, 
Which  we  but  tailed  here  below, 
Spread  heav'nly  joys  thro'  all  the  place. 

PSALM     XVI.     Firji     Part. 

Common    Metre,     i 8. 

Support  and    counfel  from  God  without  merifl 
AVE  me  O  Lord,  from  every  foe  : 


■s 


In  thee  my  truft  I  place, 
Tho'  all  the  good  that  I  can  do, 
Can  ne'er  deferve  thy  grace. 

2  Yet  if  my  God  prolong  my  breath, 

The  faints  may  profit  by't  ; 
The  faints  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
The  men  of  my  delight. 

3  Let  Heathens  to  their  idols   hafte, 

And  worihip  wood  or  ftone  ; 
But  my  delightful  lot  is  caft 
Where  the  true  God  is  known. 

4  His  hand  provides  my  conftanr  food, 

He  fills  my  daily  cup, 
Much  am  I  pleas'd  with  prefent  good, 
But  more  rejoice  in  hope. 

5  God  h  my  portion  and  my  joy,! 

His  counfels  are  my  light  : 

He  ^ i/e;  me  fweet  advice  by  day, 

And  gentle  hints  by  night, 


32  PSALM     XVI. 

6  My  feu!  would  all  her  thoughts  approve 
To  his  all  feeing  eye  : 
Not  death  nor  hell  my  hopes  (hall  move, 
While  fuch  a  friend  is  nigh. 

PSALM  XVI.  Second    Part.  Common  Metre 

The  death  and  refurre<2ion  cfCbrift* 
i   "    T  Set  the  Lord  before  my  face, 
X    "  He  bears  my  courage  up  ; 
"  My  heart  and  tongue  their  joys  exprefs, 
"  My  flefh  frail  reft  in  hope. 

z  "  My  fpirit,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
44  Where  fouls  departed  are  ; 
"  Nor  quit  my  body  to  the  grave, 
"  To  fee  corruption  there. 
3  *'  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life, 
"  And  raife  me  to  thy  throne  : 
u  Thy  courts  immortal  pleafures  give, 
44  Thy  prefencejoy  unknown." 
[4  Thus  in  the  name  of  Chrifl  the  Lord, 
The  holy  David  funrj, 
And  providence  fulfills  the  word 
Of  his  prophetic  tcngue. 

5  Jefus,  whom  ev'ry  faint  adores, 

Was  crucified  and  flain  ; 
Behold  the  tomb  its  prey  restores, 
EehoJd  he  lives  ag 

6  When  /hall  my  feet  arife  and  Hand 

On  heav'ns  erernal  hills  ? 
There  firs  the  Son  at  G. 

And  there  the  Fa. 
PSALM     XVII.   <V-.r.    13.    fjc.    Shrr- 
Portior.  - 


'A 


i'lod, 


PSALM    XVIL         31 

They  arc  but  thy  chaflifing  rod 
To  drive  thy  faints  to  thee. 

2  Behold  the  finner  dies  ; 

His  haughty  words  are  vain  : 
Here  in  this  life  his  pleafure  lies, 
And  all  beyond  is  p^in, 

3  Then  let  his  pride  advance, 

And  boaft  of  all  his  llore  ; 
The  Lord  is  my  inheritance, 
My  foul  can  wifn  no  more. 

4  I  mall  behold  the  face 

Of  my  forgiving  God  ; 
And  Hand  compleat  in  righteoufnefs, 
Wafh'd  in  my  Saviour's  blood. 

5  There's  a  new  heaven  begun 

When  I  awake  from  death, 

Dreft  in  the  likenefs  of  thy  Son, 

And  draw  immortal  breath. 

P  S  A  L  M     XVII.     Long  Metre. 

The  farters  pert  ion  and  faints  bepe  ;  or,  thg 
heaven  cf  feparate  fouls,  and  the  refurrec- 
tion. 

1  T     ORD  I  am  thine  ;  but  thou  wilt   prove 
I   J  My  faith,  my  patience,  and  my   love 

When  men  of  fpitc  againft  me  join, 
They  arc  the  fword,  the  hand  is  thine;. 

2  Th'.ir  hope  and  portion  lies  below  ; 
'Tis  all  the  happineis  they  know  j 

'Tis  all  they  feek  ;  they  take  their  fhares, 
And  leave  the  reft  among  their  heirs. 

3  What  finners  value,  I  refign  ; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
I  (hall  behold  thy  blifsful  face, 

And  ftand  compleat  in  rigfueoufnefs. 


34  1     O    A   L    iVl      AVlll. 

4  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  (how, 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  fubftantial  and  fincere  ; 
When  mail  I  'wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

5  O  glorious  hour  !  O  blefl  abode  [ 
1  mall  be  near  and  like  my  God  ; 
And  flefh  and  fin  no  more  controid 
The  facred  pleafure  of  my  foul. 

6  My  flefh  fhall  (lumber  in  the  ground, 
'Till  the  laft  trumpet's  joyful  found  : 
Then  burft  the  chains  with  fweet  furprize, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rife. 

PSALM   XVIII.    Firfi  Part.    Long  Metre. 
ver.     i—6,  15 — 18. 

Deliverance  from  defpair  ;  or,  temptations 
overcome. 

1  ^TpHEE  will  I  love,  O  Lord  my  flrength, 

X      My  Rock,  my  tow'r,  my  high  defence  ; 
Thy  mighty  arm  fh<all  be  my  truft, 
For  I  have  found  faJvation  thence. 

2  Death  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 
Stood  round  me  with  their  difmal  made  j 
While  floods  of  high  temptations  rofe, 
And  made  my  finking  foul  afraid. 

3  I  faw  the  op'ning  gates  of  hell 

With  endlefs  pains  and  forrows  there, 
(Which  none  but  they  that  feel  can  tell) 
While  I  was  hurry'd  to  defpair. 

4  In  my  diitrefs,  I  cali'd  my  God, 
When  I  could  fcarce  believe  him  mine, 
He  bow'd  his  ear  to  my  complaint ; 
Then  did  his  grace  appear  divine. 

[5  With  fpecd  he  flew  to  my  relief, 
As  on  a  cherub's  wing  he  rode  ', 


PSALM    XVIII.  35 

Awful  and  bright  as  Jight'ning  flione 
The  face   of  my  deliv'rer  God. 

6  Temptations  fled  at  his  rebuke, 
The  blaft  of  his  almighty  breath  : 
He  fent  falvation  from  on  high, 

And  drew  me  from  the  deeps  of  death.] 

7  Great  were  my  fears,  my  foes  were  great, 
Much  was  their  ftrength  and  more  their  rage'., 
But  Chrift,  my  Lord,  ?s  conqu'ror  ftill, 

In  all  the  wars  that  devils  wage. 

8  My  fong  forever  fhall  record 
That  terrible,  that  joyful  hour  ; 
And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord, 
Due  to  his  mercy  and  his  pow'r. 

PSALM     XVIII.     Second  Part. 
Long  Metre,  w.  20—26. 
Sincerity  proved  and  re-warded. 

1  V     ORD,  thou  haft  feen  my  foul  fincere, 

I    j  Haft  made  thy  love  and  truth  appear  ; 
Before  mine  eyes  I  fet  thy  laws, 
And  thou  haft  own'd  my  righteous  caufe. 

2  Since  I  have  learn'd  thy  holy  ways, 
I've  walk'd  upright  before  thy  face  : 
Or  if  my  feet  did  e'er  depart, 
'Twas  ever   with  a  broken  heart. 

3  What  fore  temptations  broke  my  reft  ! 
What  wars  and  ftrugglings  in  my  breaft  ! 
But  thro'  thy  grace  that  reigns  within, 

I  guard  againft  my  darling  fin. 

4  That  fm  that  clofe  befets  me  full, 

That  works  and  ftrives  againft  my  will  ;      | 
When  mail  thy  fpirit's  fov 'reign  pow'r 
Deftroy  it,  that  it  rife  no  more  ? 


$6         PSALM    XVIII. 

[5  With  an  impartial  hand  ihe  Lord 
Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward  : 
The  kind  and  faithful  fouls  fhall  find 
A  God  as  faithful  and  as  kind.] 

6  Thejuft  and  pure  fhall  ever  t 
Thou  art  more  pure,  more  juft  than  they  : 
And  men  that  love  revenge  fhall  know, 
God  hath  an  arm  of  vengeance  too. 
PSALM  XVIII.  uer.  30.  31,  34,  35,  36.  Sec. 
Third  Part.     Long  Metre. 
Rejoicing  in  God  ;  cr,  foliation  and  triumph. 

1  TL'S  1    are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 
J    Great  rock  cf  my  fecure  abode  ; 
Who  is  a  God  befide  the  tord  > 

Or  where's  a  refuge  like  our  God  ? 

2  'Tis  he-  that  girds  me  with  his  might, 
Gives  me  his  holy  fword  to  wield  ; 
And  while  with  fin  and  hell  I  fight, 
Spreads  his  falvation  for  my  fhield. 

t  He  lives,  (and  blefTed  be  my  rock) 
The  God  of  my  falvation  lives, 
The  dark  defigns  of  hell  are  broke  ; 
Sweet  is  the  peace  my  Father  gives. 

I  Before  the  fcoffers  of  the  age, 
I  will  exalt  my  Father's  name, 
Nor  tremble  at  their  mighty  rage. 
But  meet  reproach,  and  bear  the  fhame. 

I  To  David  and  his  royal  Ccedy 
Thy  grace  forever  fhall  extend  ; 
Thy  love  to  faints  in  Chrift  their  head, 
Knows  net  a  limit,  nor  an  end. 

;   XVIII.  Fir/f  Part.     Common  Metre. 
Fiflcry  and  triumph  ever  temporal  enemies . 
f  WJ&  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore, 
W    Now  is  thine  arm 


PSALM    XVIIL  J7 

Thou  art  our  ftrength,  our  heav'nly   tow'r. 
Our  bulwark  and  our  ftiield. 

2  We  fly  to  our  eternal  rock. 

And  find  a  fure  defence  ; 
His  holy  name  our  lips  invoke, 
And  draw  falvation  thence. 

3  When  God,  our  leader,  fhines  in  arm?, 

What  mortal  heart  can  bear 

The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms, 

The  lightening  of  his  fpear  ? 

4  He  rides  upon  the  winged  wind, 

And  angels  in  array 
In  millions  wait  to  know  his  mini, 
And  fwift  as  flames  obey. 

5  He  fpeaks,  and  at  his  fierce  rebuke 

Whole  aimies  are  difmay'd  ; 
His  voice,  his  frown,  his  angry  look, 
Strikes  all  their  courage  dead. 

6  He  forms  our  gen'rals  for  the  field, 

With  all  their  dreadful  fkill, 
Gives  them  his  awful  lword  to  wield. 
And  makes  their  hearts  of  fteel. 

[j  He  arms  our  captains  to  the  right, 
Tho'  there  his  name's  forgot  ; 
(He  guarded  Cyrus  with  his  might, 
But  Cyrus  knew  him  not.) 

8  Oft  has  the  Lord  whole  nations    bleit, 
For  his  own  churches  fake  ; 
The  pow'rs  that  give  his  people  reft, 
Shall  of  his  care  partake.] 

PSALM  XVIII,  Second  Part.  Common  Metre, 

.     The  conqueror's  fong. 
i    '  I  ^  O  thme  almighty  arm  we  owe 
JL        The  triumphs  of  the  day  j 
D 


5«  PSALM     XIX. 

Thy  terrors  Lord,  confound  the  foe, 
And  melt  their  itrength  away. 

by  thine  aid  our  troops  prevail, 
And  break  united  pow'rs  ; 
Or  bum  their  boafted  fleets,  or  fcale. 
The  proudefl  of  their  tow'rs. 

3  How  have  we  chas'd  them  thro'  the  field, 

And  trod  them  to  the  ground 
While  thy  falvation  was  our  fhield, 
But  they  no  fhelter  found  ! 

4  In  vain  to  idol  faints,  they  cry, 

And  perifh  in  their  blood  : 
Where  is  a  rock  fo  great,  fo  high, 
So  pow'rful  as  our  God  ? 

5  The  rock  of  Ifr'eltvcr  lives, 

Hk  name  be  ever  bleft  ; 

'Tis  his  own  arm  the  vicVry  gj 

And  gives  his  people  reft. 

6  On  kings  that  reign. as  David  did, 

He  pours  his  bleflings  down  ; 

Secures  their  honours  to  their  feed, 

And  well  fuppcrts  their  crown. 

PSALM    XIX.  Firji    Part.  Short  Metre. 

The  bock  of  nature  and fcri'pture. 

lay  mJrning. 

i   13  EH  OLD  the  lofty  flcy 
JLJ      Declares  its  Maker  God, 
Amlai'i  h  n  higb 

Proclaim  his  pow'r  abroad. 

2  The  darkriefs  and  the  light 

Still  keep  th'r-ir  courfe  the 
While  night  to  day.  and  day  to  night. 

Divinely  teach  his  name. 


3  In  ev'ry  difF'rent  land  ^ 
Their  general  voice  is  known  ;          ^.       ^ 

They  mew  the  wonders  ''of  his  ha.. 
And  orders  of  his  throne, 

4  Ye  Mrit^h  lands  rejoice, 
He  here  reveals  his  word  ; 

We  are  not  left  to  nature's  voice  -^ 

To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 

5  His  ftatutes  and  commands 
Are  fet  before  our  eyes  ; 

He  puts  his  gofpel  in  our  hands, 
Where  our  falvation  lies. 

6  His  laws  are  juft  and  pure, 
His  truth  without  deceit  ; 

His  promifes  forever  fure, 

And  his  rewards  are  great,. 

[y  Not  honey  to  the  ttffte 

Affords  fo  much  delight  ; 
Nor  gold  that  has  the  furnace  paft 

So  much  allures  the  fight. 

8  While  of  thy  works  I  fmg,. 
.Thy  glory  fo  proclaim, 
Accept  the  praife,  my  God,  my  King, 

In  my  Redeemer's  name.] 
PSALM     XIX.     Second  Part.     Short  Metre, 
God's  word  mo  ft  excellent  j  QV,Jinceritj  and 
<watchfulnefs. 
For  a  Lord's  day  morning. 
EHOLD  the  morning  fun 
Begins  his  glorious  way, 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
I  .  And  life  and  light  convey. 

2  But  where  the   gofpel  comes 
It  fpreads  diviner  light  ; 

kit  calls  dead  linners  from  their  tombs3 
And  gives  the  blind  their  fight, 


B' 


*B        PSALM    XIX. 

^How  perfeft  is  thy  word  ; 

And  all  thy  judgments  juft  ; 
For  ever  fure  thy  promife,  Lord, 

And  men  fecurely  truft. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 
Are  thy  directions  giv'n  ! 

O  may  I  never  read  in  vain. 
But  find  the  path  to  heav'n  I 

Pause. 

5  I  hear  thy  word  with  love, 
And  I  would  fain  obey   ; 

Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above 
To  guide  me,  left  I  flray. 

6  O  who  can  ever  find 
The  errors  of  his  ways  ? 

Yet  with  a  bold  prefumt'ous  mind 
I  would  not  dare  tranfgrefs, 

7  Warn  me  of  ev'ry  fin  ; 
Forgive  my  fecret  faults, 

And  cleanfe  this  guilty  foul  of  mine, 
Whofe  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts. 

8  While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 
I  fpread  thy  praife  abroad, 

Accept  the  worfhip  and  the  fong, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

PSALM     XrX.     Long     Metre. 
*Tbe  books  of  nature  and  Scripture  compared  ;  or, 
the  glory  and  fuccefs  of 'the  go/pel, 

1  *TT*HE  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 

X        In  every  ftar  thy  wifdom  mines  : 
But  whrn  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  fun,  the  changing  light, 
And  nights  and  days  thy  pow'r  confefs  ,• 


PSALM     XIX,  41 

But  the  b  eft  volume  thou  haft  writ 
Reveals  thy  juftice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  ftars,  convey  thy  praife  ' 
Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  ftand  : 
So  when  the  truth  begun  its  race, 

It  touch 'd,  and  glanc'd  on  ev'ry  land, 

4  Nor  mall  thy  fpreading  gofpel  reft 
'Till  thro'  the  world  thy  truth  has  run  ; 
'TiflChrift  has  all  the  nations  bleft 
That  fee  the  light,  or  fed  the  fun. 

5  Great  fun  of  righteoufnefs  arife, 

Blefs  the  dark  world  with  heav'nly  light  : 
Thy  gofpel  makes  the  fimple  wife  ; 
Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

6  Thy  nobleft  wonders  here  we  view, 
In  fouls  renew'd,  and  fins  forgiv'n  : 
Lord  cleanfe  my  fins,  my  foul  renew, 

And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heav'n.  • 

PSALM     XIX.     To  the  tune  of  the  113th 
Pfalm. 
The  book  of  nature  and  fcripture. 

1  f~*\  Rear  God,  the  heav'ns  well  order'd  frame 
V_J     Declares  the  glories  of  thy  name  : 

There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  flune ; 
A  thoufand  ftarry  beauties  there, 
A  thoufand  radiant  marks  appear 

Of  boundlefs  pow'r  and  fkili  divine. 

2  From  mght*to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light, 

Lectures  of  heav'nly  wifdom  read  ; 
With  filent  eloquence  they  raife 
Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praife, 

And  neither  found  nor  language  need. 

1)   2 


42  PSALM    XIX. 

Vet  their  divine  inftru&ions  run 
Far  as  the  journies  of  the  fun, 

And  ev'ry  nation  knows  their  voice  : 
The  fun,  like  fome  young  bridegroom  dreft, 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  eaft,. 

Rolls  round,  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice. 

4  Where  e'er  he  fpreads  his  beams  abroad, 
He  fmiles  and  fpeaks  his  maker  God  ; 

All  nature  joins  to  (hew  thy  praife  ; 
Thus  God  in  every  creature  mines  ; 
Fair  is  the  book  of  nature's  lines, 

But  fairer  is  thy  book  of  grace. 

Pause. 

5  I  love  the  volumes  of  thy  word  ; 

What  light  and;oy  thofe  leaves  afford 
To  fouls  benighted  and  d  i  il  re  ft  ! 

Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way  ; 

Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  ttray  ; 
Thy  promife  leads  my  foul  to  red. 

6  From  the  difcov'ries  of  thy  law 
The.perfect  rules  of  life  I  draw  : 

Thefe  are  my  ftudy  and  delight  ; 
Not  honey    fo  invites  the  tafte, 
Nor  gold  that  hath  the  furnace  part 

Appears  fo  pleafing  to  the  fight. 

threat'nings  wake  my  flumb'ring  eyes, 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies  ; 

But  'tis  thy  blefird  gofpel  Lord, 
That  makes  my  guilty  confeience  clean* 
verts  my  foul,  fubdues  my  fin, 
And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 

5   Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts  ? 
God,  forgive  mv  fecret  faults, 
And  from  prefumptucus  fins  rcftrain  ; 


PSALM    XX.  43 

Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praife, 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace, 
And  book  of  nature  not  in  vain. 

PSALM    XX,    Long  Metre. 
Prayer  and    hope  of  vifiory. 
For  a  day  of  prayer  in  time  of  war. 

1  XT OW  may  the  God  of  pow'r  and  grace 
jL\|      Attend  his  people's  humble  cry  ! 
Jehovah  hears  when  J/ryel  prays, 
Andlbrings  deliv'rance  from  on  high, 

2  The  name  of  Jacob's  God  defends 
Better  than  fhields  or  brazen  walls  ; 
He  from  his  fcn&uary  fends 
Succour  and  ftrength  when  Xion  calls, 

3  Well  he  remembers  all  our  fighs  ; 
His  love  exceeds  our  beft  deferts  ; 
His  love  accepts  the  facrifice 

Of  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts. 

4  In  his  falvation  is  oik  hope, 
And  in  the  name  of  Ifr'eVs  God, 
Our  troops  fhall  lift  their  banners  up, 
Our  navies  fpread  their  flags  abroad. 

5  Some  trull  in  horfes  train'd  for  war, 
And  lome  of  chariots  make  their  boafts  j 
Our  fureft  expectations  are 

From  thee  the' Lord  of  heav'nty  hofto. 

[6  O  may  the  mem'ry  of  thy  name 
Infpire  our  armies  for  the  fight  I 
Our  foes  fhall  fail  and  die  with  fhame, 
Or  quit  the  field  with  fhameful  flight. 

7  Now  faveusLord,  from  flavifh  fear, 
Now  let  our  hopes  be  firm  and  ftrong, 
'Till  thy  falvation  fhall  appear, 
And  joy  and  triumph  raife  the  fong? 


44  PSALM    XXL 

PSALM     XXI.     Common  Metre. 
Our  King  is  the  care  of  heaven, 

1  '  I  ""HE  King,  O  Lord,  with  fongs  of  praife 

X      Shall  in  thy  itrength  rejoice  ; 
And  oleft  with  thy  falvation,  raife 
To  heav'n  his  chearful  voice. 

2  Thy  fare  defence  thro'  nations  round 

Has  fpread  his  glorious  name  : 
And  his  fuccefsful  actions  crown'd 
Withmajefty  and  fame. 

3  Then  let  the  King  on  God  alone 

His  timely  aid  rely  I 
His  mercy  mail  fupport  the  throne, 
And  all  his  wants  fupply. 

4  But  righteous  Lord,  his  Itubborn  foes 
.     Shall  feel  thy  dreadful  hand  ; 
Thy  vengeful  arm  (hall  find  out  thofe 

That  hate  his  mild  command. 

5  When  thou  againft  them  dofl  engage, 

Thy  juft,  but  dreadful  doom, 
Shall,  like  a  fiery  oven's  rage, 
Their  hopes,  and  them  confume. 

6  Thus,  Lord,  thy  wondrrous  pow'r  declare, 

And  thus  exalt  thy  fame  ; 
Whilit,  we  glad  fongs  of  praife  prepare 
For  thine  almighty  name. 

PSALM     XXI.     i— -9.     Long  Metre. 

Chrift  exalted  to  the  kingdom. 

1  T\AVID  rejoic'd  in  God  his  ftrength, 
-*~^  Rais'd  to  the  throne  by  fpecial  grace, 
But  Chriit  the  Son  appears  at  length, 
FulfiL  the*  triumph  and  the  praife. 

2  How  great  is  the  M^fTiah's  joy 
In  the  falvation  of  thy  lund  ! 


PSALM    XXII.  45 

Lord,  thou  had  rais'd  his  kingdom  high, 
And  giv'n  the  world  to  his  command. 

3  Thy  goodnefs  grants  what  e'er  he  will, 
Nor  doth  theleait  requeft  withhold, 
Bleflings  of  love  prevent  him  ftill, 
And  crowns  of  giory,  not  of  gold, 

4  Honour  and  majefty  olivine 
Around  his  facred  temples  mine  ; 
Bleft  with  the  favour  of  thy  face, 
And  length  of  everlafting  days. 

5  Thine  hznd  mall  find  out  all  his  foes  ; 
And  as  a  fiery  oven  glows 

With  raging  heat  and  living  coals, 
So  fhall  thy  wrath  devour  their  fouls. 

PSALM    XXII.     I-—  1 6.    FirJiPart, 

Common  Metre. 

The  fufferings  and  death  ^/*Chriit. 

1  \T/HY  has  my  God  my  foul  forfook, 

V  V      Nor  will  a  fmile  afford  ? 
(Thus  David  once  in  anguifh  fpoke, 
And  thus  our  dying  Lord.) 

2  Tho*  'tis  my  chief  delight  to  dwell 

Among  thy  praifing  faints, 
Yet  thou  can'fr.  hear  a  groan  as  well, 
And  pity  our  complaints. 

3  Our  Fathers  trufted  in  thy  name, 

And  great  deliv'rance  found  ; 

But  I'm  a  worm  defpis'd  of  men, 

And  trodden  to  the  ground.  \ 

4  Shaking  the  head  they  pafs  me  by, 

And  laugh  my  foul  to  fcorn  ; 
In  <vain  they  truft  in  God,  they  cry. 

Negkfted  and  forlorn* 


46  PSALM     XXII. 

5  But  thou  art  he  who  form'd  my  flefti, 

'By  thine  almighty  word  : 
And  fince  I  hun^  upon  the  breaft 
My  hope  ib  in  the  Lord. 

6  Why  will  my  Father  hide  his  face 

Whf*n  foes  Hand  threat'ning  round 
In  the  dark  hour  of  deep  diftrefs, 
And  not  an  helper  found  ? 

Pause. 

7  Behold  thy  darling  left  among 

The  cruel  and  the  proud, 
As  bulls  of  Bajban  fierce  and  ftrong, 
As  lions  roaring  loud. 

8  From  earth  and  hell  my  forrows  meet, 

To  maltipjy  the  fmart  ; 
They  nail  my  hands,  they  pierce  my  feet, 
And  try  to  vex  my  heart. 

9  Yet  if  thy  fov'reign  hand  let  Ioofe 

The  rage  of  earth  and  hell, 
Why  will  my  heav'nly  Father  bruife 
The  Son  he  loves  fo  well  ? 

io  My  God  if  poffible  it  be, 
Withhold  this  bitter  cup  ; 
But  I  refign  my  will  to  thee. 
And  drink  the  forrows  up. 
x  I   My  heart  diflblves  with  pangs  unknown, 
In  groans  I  walte  my  breath  : 
Thy  heavy  hand  hath  brought  me  down 
Low  as  the  duft  of  death. 

12  Father,  I  give  my  fpirit  up, 
And  truft  it  in  thy  hand  ; 
My  dying  flefh  mail  reit  in  hope, 
And  rife  at  thy  command. 


PSALM    XXII.  47 

PSALM    XXII.    20,21,   27—31.     Second 

Part.     Common  Metre. 
Chrijis  fufferings  and  kingdom. 

1  "     "faTOW from  the  roaring  lion's  rage, 

^       "  O  Lord,  proteel  thyfony 

1  r  Nor  leave  thy  Darling  to  engage 

'*  The  pow'rs  of  hell  alone." 

2  Thus  did  the  fufFering  Saviour  pray 

With  mighty  cries  and  tears  ; 
God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day, 
And  chas'd  away  his  fears. 

3  Great  was  the  vidl'ry  of  his  death, 

His  throne's  exalted  high  1 

And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth 

Shall  worfhip,  or  (hall  die, 

4  A  nunVrous  offspring  muil  arife 

From  his  expiring  groans  ; 
They  fhall  be  reckon'd  in  his  eyes 

For  daughters  and  for  fbns. 
*  The  meek  and  humble  fouls  fhall  fee 

His  table  richly  fpread  ; 
And  all  that  feek  the  Lord  fhall  be 

With  joys  immortal  fed. 

6  The  ifles  fhall  know' the  righteoufnefs 
Of  our  incarnate  God, 
And  nations  yet  unborn  profefs, 
Salvation  in  his  blood. 

P  S  A  L  M    ,  XXII.     Long  Metre, 
Chrift^s  fufferings  and  exaltation. 

1  ""^T^W  let  our  mournful  fongs  record 
J^|      The  dying  forrbws  of  our  Lord.     I 
When  he  complain >d  in  tears  and  blood,    ^ 
As  one  forfaken  of  his  God,    ' 

2  The  Jews  beheld  him  thus  forlorn,  . 
And  fhake  their  heads,  .and  Jaugh  in  /corn  ; 


4S  PSALM     XXIII. 

4t  He  refcuM  others  from  the  grave, 
u  Now  let  him  try  himfclf  to  fave. 

3  **  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend 
"  God  was  his  Father  and  his  Friend  ; 
-<  If  God  the  blefled  lov'd  him  fo, 
«  Why  doth  he  fail  to  help  him  now  r" 

a  Barbarous  people  !  cruel  priefts  ! 

How  they  flood  round  like  favage  beafls ; 

Like  lions  gaping  to  devour, 

When  God  had  left  him  in  their  pow'r. 

c  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
'Till  ftreams  of  blood  each  other  meet  ; 
By  lot  his  garments  they  divide, 
And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  dy'd. 

6  But  God  his  Father  heard  his  cry  ; 

Rais'd  from  the  dead  he  reigns  on  high  ; 

The  nations  learn  his  righteoufnefs, 

And  humble  finners  tafte  his  grace. 
P5ALM     XXIII.     Long  Metre. 
Qcd  our  Shepherd. 

m  M  Y  Shepherd  is  the  living  Lord  ; 

JVlNow  mall  my  wants  be  well  fupply  d  - 

His  providence  and  holy  word 

Become  my  fafety  and  my  guide, 
a  In  paftures  where  falvation  grows, 

He  makes  me  feed,  he  makes  me  reft  } 

There  living  water  gtntly  flows, 

And  all  the  food  divinely  bleft. 
1  My  wand'ring  feet  his  ways  miftafce  ; 
9  But  he  reftorw  my  foul  to  peace 

And  leads  me  for  his  mercy  s  fake, 

In  the  fair  path  of  righteoufnefs. 
a  Tho'  I  walk  thro*  the  gloomy  vale, 

Where  death,  awl  all  its  terrors  arf , 


P  S  A  L  M     XXIII.  4$ 

H.  •  Heart  and  hope  fhall  never  fail, 

c^"  For  God  my  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  Amidft  the  darknefs  and  the  deeps, 
Thou  art  my  comfort,  thou  my  itay  ; 
Thy  ftaff  fupports  my  feeble  fteps,* 
Thy  rod  directs  my  doubtful  way.* 

6  The  fons  of  earth,  and  fonsofhel!, 
Gaze  at  thy  goodnefs,  and  repine 
To  fee  my  table  fpread   fo  well, 
With  living  bread  and  chearful  wine. 

[7  How  I  rejoice  when  on  my  head 
Thy  Spirit  condefcends  to  reft  '. 
'Tis  a  divine  anointing  fried 
Like  oil  of  gladnefs  at  a  feaft. 

§  Surely  the  mercies  of  the  Lord, 
Attend  his  houfhold  all  their  days  ; 
There  will  I  dwell  to  hear  his  word, 
To  feek  his  face,  and  fing  his  praife.] 

PSALM    XXIII.     Common  Metre. 

1  A  y|"Y  Shepherd  will  fupply  my  need, 
1VJ.      Jehovah  is  his  name  ; 

In  paitures  frefh  he  makes  me  feed, 
Befide  the  living  flream. 

2  He  bring^my  wand'ring  fpirit  back, 

When  I  forfake  his  ways, 
And  leads  me  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 
5  When  I  walk  thro'  the  fhades  of  death, 
Thy  prefence  is  my  ftafc  ; 
A  word  of  thy  .fup porting  breath 
Drives  all  my  fears  away. 
4  Thy  hand,  in  fpite  of  all  my  foes. 
Doth  ftill  my  table  fpread  ; 


50  PSALM     XXIII. 

My  cup  with  bleflings  overf  : 
Thine  oi!  anoints  my  hcau. 

5  The  hire  provifions  of  my  God, 

Attend  ms  ail  my  <! . 
O  may  thy  houfe  be  mine  abode, 
An d  all  my  work  be  praife  ! 

6  There  would  I  find  a  fettled  refl, 

(While  others  go  and  come) 
No  more  a  ftranger  or  a  gucft, 
But  like  a  child  at  home. 

P  S  A  L.M     XXIII.     Short  Metre, 
i    '  a  VHF.  Lord  my  fhepherd  is, 

X         I  mall  be  well  fupply'd  : 
Since  he  is  mine,    and  I  am  his, 
can  I  want  b 

2  He  lead 5  me  to  the  place 
Where  heav'nly  pafture  grows, 

Where  living  waters  gently  pafs, 
And  full  falvation  I 

3  If  e'er  I  go  aftray, 

He  doth  my  foul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
,     For  his  moil  holy  name. 

d.  While  he  affords  his  aid, 
I  cannot  yield  to  fear  ; 

I  mould  walk  thro'  death's  dark  ihade, 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

-  In  fpiteofaH  my  foes, 

Thou  doft  my  table  l'prcad  : , 
My  cup  with  bleflings  overflows, 
>y  exalts  my  head. 

6  Th  •  bounties  of  thy  icve 
Sot  ceafe  to  fpeak  thy  praife. 


PSALM    XXIV.  5t 

PSALM     XXIV.     Common  Metre. 
Dwelling  with  God. 

1  *HT^HE  earth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's, 

4_      With  Adams  num'rous  race  ; 
He  rais'd  its  arches  o'er  the  floods, 
And  built  it  on  the  feas. 

2  But  who  among  the  Tons  of  men 

May  vifit  thine  abode  ? 
He  that  has  hands  from  mifchief  clean, 
Whofe  heart  is  right  with  God. 

3  This  is  the  man  may  rife  and  take 

The  bleflings  of  his  grace  : 
This  is  the  lot  of  thofe  that  fcek 
The  God  of  Jacobs  face. 

4  Now  let  your  fouls  immortal  pow'rs, 

To  meet  the  Lord  prepare, 

Lift  up  their  everlalHng  doors, 

The  King  of  glory's  near. 

5  The  King  of  glory  !  who  can  tell 

The  wonders^!  his  might  ? 
He  rules  the  nations  ;  but  :o  dwelt 
With  faints  is  nis  delight. 

PSALM     XXIV.     Long  Metre. 
Saints  dwell  in  heaven  ;  or,  Ch  rill's  c.fcevjicm, 

1  r  a  -.HIS  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 

\_  And  men  and  worms,  and  beafts  and 
He  rais'd  the  building  on  the  feas,  (birds  ; 
And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling-place. 

2  But  there's  a  brighter  place  on  high, 
Thy  palace,  Lord, above  the  fk'y  :  ' 
Who  mall  afcend  that  bleil  abode, 
And  'dwell  fo  near  his  Maker  God  ? 

3  He  that  abhors  and  fears  to  fin, 

Whofe  heart  is  pure,  whofe  hands  are  clean, 


52  PSALM    XXV. 

Him  fhall  the  Lord  the  Saviour  blefj, 
And  clothe  his  foul  with  righteoufncfs. 

4  Thefc  are  the  men,  the  pious  race, 
That  feek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face  ; 
Thefe  mall  enjoy  the  bliAful  fight, 
And  dwell  in  cverlafting  light. 

P  A    U    S    E. 

5  Rejoice  ye  finning  worlds  on  high, 
Behold  the  King  of  glory's  nigh  ; 
Who  can  this  King  of  glory  be  .? 
The  mighty  Lord,  the  Saviour's  he. 

6  Ye  heav'nly  gates,  your  leaves  dif;  I 
To  make  the  Lord  the  Saviour  way  : 
Laden  with  (foils  of  carih  and  hell, 
The  Conqu'ror  comes  with  God  to  dwell. 

is'd  from  the  dead  he  goes  before  ^ 
He  opens  heav'ns  eternal  door, 
To  give  his  faints  a  bleft  abode, 
.  :heir  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

PSALM     XXV.      i  —  C.     Tirfi  Part. 

Waiting  fcr  pardon  a'/..' 

i    T   LIFT  my  foul  to  God, 
_£   My  truft  is  in  his  name  ; 
Let  not  my  foes  that  feck  my  blood, 
Still  triumph  in  my  fiiame. 

in  and  the  pow'rs  of  hell 
Perfuadc  me  to  defpair  ; 
Lord  make  me  know  thy  cov'nant  well, 
That  I  may  'fcape  the  fuare. 

3   From  the  firit.  dawning  light, 

'Till  the  dark  ev'ning  rife, 
JFor  thy  falvaticn,  Lord,  I  wait, 

With  ever  longing  eyes- 


PSALM    XXV,  53 

4  Remember  all  thy  grace, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  truth  ; 

Forgive  the  fins  of  riper  days, 
•  And  fellies  of  my  youth. 

5  The  Lord  is  juft  and  kind, 
The  meek  (hall  learn  his  ways, 

And  ev'ry  humble  fmner  find 
The  methods  of  his  grace. 

6  For  his  own  gocdnefs  fake, 
He  faves  my  foul  from  fhame, 

Ke  pardons  (though  my  guilt  be  great) 

Thro'  my  Redeemer's  name. 
PSALM    XXV.    12,  14,  10,  13.  Second  Fart, 
Divine  infiruilion. 

1  \7[/HERE  mall  the  man  be  found 

V  V     That  fears  t'  offend  his  God, 
That  loves  the-gofpel's  joyful  found, 
And  trembles  at  the  rod  r 

2  The  Lord  mall  make  him  know 
The  fecrets  of  his  heart, 

The  wonders  of  his-  cov'nant  mow, 
And  all  his  love  impart. 

3  The  dealings  of  his  hand  . 
Are  truth  and  mercy  ft'rf!" 

With  fuch  as  to  his  cev'nant  ftand, 
And  love  to  do  his  will. 

4  Their  foul  mall  dwell  at  eafe 
Before  their  Maker's  free  : 

Their  feed  mall  tafte  the  promifes 

In  their  ex  ten  five  grace. 

PSALM     XXV.     15-— 22.    Thin!  Part, 

Diftreft  of  foul  ;  or,  backjliding  and  de/er/io/t, 
1   Ti  /TINE  eyes  and  my  defire 

IVjL    Are  ever  to  the  Lord  ; 
I  love  to  plead  his  promifes, 

And  reft  upon  his  word.  ' 

E  2 


54         PSALM     XXVI. 

2  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  foul, 
Bring  thy  falvation  near, 

When  will  thy  handreleafe  my  feet 
Out  of  the  deadly  fnare  ? 

3  When  (hall  the  fov'reign  grace 
Of  my  forgiving  God, 

Reftore  me  from  thofe  dang'rous  ways 
My  wand'ring  feet  have  trod  ! 

4  The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 
Doth  but  enlarge  my  woe  ; 

My  fpirit  languifhes,  my  heart 
is  defolate  and  low. 

c.   With  ev'ry  morning  light, 

My  forrow  new  begins  ; 
Look  on  my  angui/h  and  my  pain, 

And  pardon  all  my  firts. 

Pause. 

6  Behold  the  holts  of  hell, 
How  cruel  is  their  ha:c  ! 

Againftmy  life  they  rife,  and  join* 
Their  fury  with  deceit. 

7  O  keep  my  fool  from  death, 
Nor  pur  my  hope  to  fnnme  ; 

For  fhave  plic'd  my  only  trail 
I  name. 

8  With  humble  faith  I  wait 
To  Tee  thy. face  ag 

Of/fr'el  it  (hall  ne'er  be  faid, 
He  fought  the  Lord  in  ) 

PSALM     XXVI. 
indtitn  •  or,  <  ;  'are. 

i    T  .  id  prove  my  ways* 

J  .  and  try  my  heart  ; 

•  (rays, 
N?r  fjpm  thy  law  my  fcec  depart. 


PSALM    XXVIL        55 

2  I  hate  to  walk,  I  hate  to  fit 
With  men  oT vanity  and  lies ; 
The  fcoffer  and  the  hypocrite, 
Are  the  abhorrence  of  mine  eyes. 

3  Amongft  thy  faints  will  I  appear,. 
With  hands  well  wafh'd  in  innocence  : 
But  when  I  (land  before  thy  bar, 
The  blood  of  Chjii!  is  my  defence. 

4  I  love  thy  habitation,  Lord, 

The  temple  where  thine  honour  dwells  ; 
There  mail  I  hear  thy  holy  word, 
And  there  thy  works  of  wonder*  tell. 

5  Let  not  my  foul  be  join'd  at  lalt 
With  men  of  treachery  and  blood, 
Since  I  my  days  on  earth  have  pall 
Among  the  faints,  and  near  my  God. 

PSALM     XXVJI.   i— -6.     Firfi    Fart., 

The  church  is  our  delight  and  fvfety. 

*HE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 


T 


And  my  falvation  too  ;. 
God  is  my  flrength  ;  nor  will  I  feat 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  defires  ; 

O  grant  me  an  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  faints,. 
The  temples  of  my  God. 

3  There  mail  I  offer  my  requefts, 

And  fee  thy  beauty  ftill  ; 
Shall  hear  thy  meftages  of  love,. 
And  there  enquire  his  will. 

4  When  troubles  rife,  and  ftorms  appear, 

, There  may  his  children  hide  : 
God  has  a  flrong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  foul  abide,. 


5C     PSALM    XXVII.    XXIX. 

5   Now  (hall  my  head  be  lifted  !iigh 
Above  my  fo*?s  around  ; 
And  fon^s  of  joy  and  victory 
Within  thy  temple  found. 

PSALM    XXVII.  6,  9,  13,  14.  Second    Part. 

Prayer  and  hope. 

1  Q  OON  as  I  heard  my^Father  fay, 
lj/      Ye  children  feek  my  grace, 

My  bcart  reply'd  without  delay, 
rlljlek  my  Father's  face. 

2  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  frown  my  foul  away  : 
God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  thee, 
In  a  diftrefling  day. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred  near  and  dear 

Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 
My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  all  my  need  fupfly. 

4.  My  fainting  flelh  had  dy'd  with  grief, 
Had  not  my  foul  believ'd 
To  fee  thy  grace  provide  relief, 

Nor  was  my  hope  deceiv'd.  ^ 

5  "Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  faints, 
And  keep  your  courage  up  ; 
Ke'll  raife  your  fpirit  when  it  faints, 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 

P  S  A  L  M     XXIX. 
Storm  and  thunder. 

1  f**  IVE  to  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  fame, 
\JX   Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  pow'r  ; 
Alcribe  due  honours  to  his  name, 

And  his  eternal  might  adore. 

2  The  .Lord  proclaims  his  pow'r  aloud 
Over  the  ocean  and  the  land  ; 


PSALM    XXX.         57. 

His  voice  divides  the  wat'fy  cloud, 
And  light'nings  blaze  at  his  command. 

3  He  fpeaks,  and  tempeit,  hail  and  wind, 
Lay  the  wide  foreft  bare  around  : 
The  fearful  hart  and  frighted  hind, 
Leap,  at  the  terror  of  the  found. 

4  To  Lebanon  he  turns  his  voice, 
And  lo,  the  (lately  cedars  break  ; 
The  mountains  tremble  at  the  noife, 
The  vallies  roar,  the  defarts  quake. 

5  The  Lord  fits  fov'reign  on  the  flood, 
The  thund'rer  reigns  for  ever  King  : 
But  makes  his  church  his  blcft  abode, 
Where  we  his  awful  glories  fing. 

6  In  gentler  language  there  the  Lord 
The  counfels  of  his  grace  imparts  : 
Amidft  the  raging  ftorm  his  word 
-Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts, 

PSALM     XXX.     Frrft     Part. 
Sicknefs  healed,  and Jbrr&iv  removed* 

1  I*  WILL  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high, 
JL     At  thy  command  defeafes  fly  : 
Who  but  a  God  can  fpeak  and  fave 
From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave  ? 

2  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  faints  of  his, 
And  tell  how  large  his  goodnefs  is  ; 
Let  all  your  pow'rs  rejoice  and  blefs, 
While  you  record  his  holinefs. 

3  His  anger  but  a  moment  fhys  ; 
His  love  is  life  and  length  of  days  : 
Tho'  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ, 
The  morning- fhr  reflores  the  joy. 


58     PASLM     XXX.     XXXI. 

PSALM     XXX.  vcr.  6.     Seccnd  Part. 

Healthy  ficknefs>and  rt<c 

i    77s I RM  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright, 
J/     And  1  prefum'd,  'twould  ne'er  be  night : 
Fondly  1  faid  within  my  heart, 
*'  Plea/ure    and  p: ace  Jb all  ne'er  depart" 

2  But  I  forgo:  thine  arm  was  ftrong, 
Which  in  ;de  my  mountain  lhnd  (o  long  ; 
Soon  as  thy  face  began  to  hide, 

My  health  was  gone,  my  comforts  dy'd. 

3  I  cry'd  aloud  to  thee,  my  God  ! 

■•  What  can'ft  thou  profit  by  my  blood  ? 

44  Deep  in  the  durt  can  I  declare 

*'  Thy  truth,  or  fing  thy  goodne fs  there  r 

4  "  Hear  me,  O  God  of  grace  !  I  faid, 

44  And  bring  me  from  among  the  dead  :" 
Thy  word  rcbuk'd  the  pains  I  felt, 
Thy  pard'ning  love  remov'd  my  guilt. 

5  My  groans,  and  tears,  and  forms  of  woe, 
Are  turn'd  to  joy  and  praifes  now  ; 

I  throw  my  fackclorh  on  t!ie  ground, 
And  cafe  and  gladnef>gird  me  round. 

c  My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  I 
Shall  ne'er  be  filentbf  thy  name  ; 
Thy  praife  fliall  found  thro'  earth  and  heav  n, 
For  ficknefs  heal'd  and  fins  forgiv'n. 
PSALM     XXXI.     5,  13—19.  2Z>  2+' 
Firft      Part. 
Deliverance  from  death. 

TNTO  thine  hand,  O  God  of  truth, 
My  fpirit  I  commit  ; 
Thou  halt  redeem'd  my  foul  from  death, 
And  fav'd  me  from  the  pit. 
z  Thepafiions  of  my  hope  and  fear 
Maintaui'd  a  double  ftrife> 


PSALM    XXXI.  59 

While  forrow,  pain,  and  fin  confpir'd 
To  take  away  my  life. 

3  My  times  are  in  thine  hand,  I  cry'd, 

Tho'  I  draw  near  the  dujt : 
Thou  art:  the  refuge  where  I  hide, 
The  God  in  whom  I  truft. 

4  O  make  thy  reconciled  face 

Upon  thy  fervant  fhine, 
And  fare  me  for  thy  mercy's-fake, 
For  I'm  entirely  thine. 

Pause. 

[5  'Twas  in  my  haile  my  fpirit  faid, 
/  tnuji  defpair  and  die, 
I  am  cut  off  before  thine  eyes  ; 
But  thou  hall  heard  my  cry.] 

6  Thy  goodnefs  how  divinely  free  ! 

How  wond'rous  is  thy  grace, 
To  thofe  that  fear  thy  Majeily, 
And  trull  thy  promifes  ! 

7  O  love  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  faints, 

And  fing  his  praifes  loud  ; 
He'll  lend  his  ear  to  your  complaints, 
And  recompence  the  proud. 

PSALM     XXXI.     7.—  ,3 — 18— -21. 

Second     Part, 
Deliverance  from  fiander  and  reproach. 

MY  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name, 
My  God,  my  Help,  my  Truft  ; 
Thou  had  preferv'd  my  face  from  fhame, 
Mine  honour  from  the  duft. 

2  "  My  life  is  fpent  with  grief,  I  cry'd, 
"  My  years  confum'd  in  groans, 
"My  flrength  decays,  mine  eyes  are  dry'd, 
"  And  forrow  waftes  my  bones.'* 


60         PSALM     XXXII. 

3  Among  mine  enemies  my  name 

Was  a  mere  proverb  grown, 
While  to  my  neighbours  I  became 
Forgotten  and  unknown. 

4  Slander  and  fear  on  ev'ry  fide 

Seiz'd  and  befet  me  round  : 
I  to  the  throne  ofgrace  reply'd, 
And  i*peedy   refcue  found. 

Pause. 

r    How  great  deliverance  thou  hart  wrought 
Before  the  fqns  of  men  ! 
The  lying  lips  to  filence  brought, 
And  made  their  boafting  vain  ! 

6  Thy  children,  from  the  ftrife  of  tongues, 

Shall  thy  pavilion  aide, 
Guard  them  from  infamy  and  wrongs, 
And  crufh  the  fons  of  pride. 

7  Within  thy  fecret  prefence  Lord, 

Let  me  forever  dwell  ; 
No  fenced  city  wali'd  and  barr'd 
Secures  a  faint  fo  well. 

PSALM     XXXII.  Short  I 

Forgivnrfs  cf  Cm  upon  ccr.fijjlcn. 

2  /^V  BLESSED  fouls  aTe  they 
\J  Whofe  fins  are  cover'd  o'er  ! 

Divinely  M*ft,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 

2  Thev  mourn  their  follies  paft, 
And  keep  their  hearfs  with  care  ; 

Their  lips  and  lives  without  deceit 
Shall  prove  their  faith  uncere. 

3  While  I  concealed  my  guilt, 
1  felt  the  feft'ring  wound, 


PSALM    XXXII,         it 

'Till  I  confefs'd  ?ny  fins  to  thee-. 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  finners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  faints  keep  near  the  throne  ; 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  ditfrefs 

Is  found  in  God  alone. 

P  S  A  L  M     XXXII.     Common  Metre, 

Free  pardon  and  fine  ere  obedience  \  or,  cbnfej/bfc 
and  for giii  nejs. 

1  TJ  APPY  the  man  to  whom  his  God 
JfX     No  more  imputes  his  fin, 

But  wa-fti'd  in  the  Redeemer's  Mood 
Hath  made  his  garments  clean  ! 

2  Happy,  beyond  exprefiion,  he 

Whofe  debts  are  thus  difcharg'd  ; 
And  from  the  guilty  bondage  free, 
He  feels  his  foul  enlarg'd. 

3  His  fpirit  hates  deceit  and  lies, 

His  words  are  all  fincere  : 
He  guards  his  heart,  he  guards  his  eyes, 
To  keep  his  confeience  clear, 

4  While  I  my  inward  guilt  fuppre-ir., 

No  quiet  could  I  find  ; 
Thy  wrath  lay  burning  in  my  breaft, 
And  rack'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 

J  Then  I  confefs'd  my  troubled  thoughts. 

My  fecret  fins  reveal'd  ; 
Thy  pard'ning  grace  forgave  my  faults, 

Thy  grace  my  pardon  feal'd. 

6  This  mall  invite  thy  faints  to  pray  ; 
While  like  a  raging  flood 
Temptations  rife,  our  ftrength  and  ftay 
Is  a  forgiving  God. 


6?         P  S  A  L  M    XXXII. 

P  S  A  L  M    XXXII.  Whfi  Part.  Long  Metre. 

•'    pardctt  ;or,  jujlijicatiom 
and  J  and  ijic  at  ion. 
*    TJLEST  is  he  rn-n,  for  ever  bleft, 
I    '    •  s  pardoVd  by  his  God, 

Whofe  fins  wiih  forrow  are  confcfs'd, 
I  iour's  blood. 

m  the  Lord 
Impales  not  his  iniquities, 
He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 

.  works,  but  grace  relies. 

m  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free  j 
rumble  joy,  his  holy  fear, 
p  repentance    well  agree, 
And  join  to  prove  his  faith  fincere. 

4  How  glorious  is  that  righteoufnefs 
•  hides  and  cancels  all  his  w 
While    a   bright     evidence     of  grace 
Thro'  his  whole  life  appears  and  mines. 

HI.   Second  Part.   Long  Metre. 
:':ence  eafed  by  conpjp.on  and  far  den* 

*    \\/HlLE   I   keep   filence  and  conceal 
:  my  heart, 
!t  torments  doth  my'ccnfcience  feel, 
ftuart  i 

•cad  my  fins  before  the  Lord, 
:y  fecrrt  faults  corf  . 

ung  word, 

(bul, 

-'So  to  thy  fi 


P  S  A  L  M     XXXII  r.        6z 

4  How  fafe  beneath  thy  wings  I  lie, 

When  chys  grow  dark  and  florins  appear  ; 
And  when  I  walk,  thy  watchful  eye 
.Shall  guide  me  fafe  from  ev'ry  fnare. 

PSALM     XXXIII.     Firft  '    . 

Works  cf  creation  and  providence. 

x   TJ  EJOICE,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord, 
J\^     This  work  belongs  to  j  ou  : 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word, 
How  holy  jull  and  true  ! 

2  His  mercy  and  his  rigbteoufnefs 

Let  heavm  and  earth  proclaim  ; 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Reveal  his  wond'rous  name. 

3  His  wifdom  and  almighty  w:rd 

The  heav'nly    arches  fpread  ; 
And  by  the  Spirit    of  the  Lord 
Their  mining  hofts  were  made. 

4  He  bid  the  liquid  waters  flow 

To  their  appointed  deep  j 
The  flowing  feas  their  limits  know. 
And  their  own  Ration  keep. 

5  Ye  tenants  of  the  fpacious  earth, 

Wi:h  icar  before  him  (land  : 
He  fpake,  and  nature  took  its  birth, 
And  refts  on  his  command. 

6  He  fcorns  the  angry  nations  rage, 

And  breaks  their  vain  defigns  ; 
His'counfel  ftands  thro' cy'ry  age, 
Aad  in  full  glory  mines. 

PSALM      XXXffl.      Second     Part. 

Creatures  vain%  aJG  d alLjaf/iclertt , 

i   T>  ^i^S  r  is  the  nation  where  the  Lori 
Xj  Hath  fix'd  his  glorious  throne  j 


64        PSALM    XXX11I, 

Where  he  reveals  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  calls    heir  tribrs  his  own. 

/Ith  infinite  (i 
Does  the  whole  uorld  behold  ; 

-m'tl  us  a!!  of  can  ', 
Aud  knows  our  feeble  mould. 

3  Kingi  axe  no-  refcu'd  by  the  force 

Of  armies  from  the  grave  ; 
Nor  fpeed  nor  courage  of  an  horfe 
the  bold  rider  fave. 

4  Vain  is  the  ftrength  of  beads  or  men, 

To  hope  for  Ufety  thence  ; 
JBut  holy  fouls  from  God  obtain 
ftrong  and  fure  defence, 
r  God  is  their  fear,  and  God  their  truft, 
Wh  M  famine  fpread  ; 

His  watchful  eyefecures  thejuft, 
Among  ten  thou  fond  dead. 

r's  in  thee  rejoice, 
w  ; 

And 

iLM     XXXIII.     As  the  115th  Pfalm. 

Firfi    Par:. 
Works  rf  creation  and  ; 

1   VF.  holy  fools,  in  God  rejoice, 

Your  Maker's  praife  becomes  your  voice, 
Great  is  your  theme,  your  fongs  be  new  : 
Sing  of  his  name,  kis  word,  his  wav?, 
His  works  uf  niture  and  of  grace, 

How  wife  atul  holy,  juil  and  true  ! 
2  jjflice  and  tra:h  he  ever  loves, 
And  the  whole  earth  hi;  goodnefs  proves, 
J  lis  word  theheav'nly  arches  fi 


PSALM    XXXIII.        65 

IIowi  wide  they  fhine  from  north  to  fouth  ! 
And     /  the  fpirit  of  his  mouth 
Were  all  the  Harry  armies  made. 

3  He  gathers  the  wide  flowing  feas, 
Thoie  watry  treafures  know  ttair  place 

Tn  'he  vail  ftoae-houfe  of  the  deep  : 
He  fp.ik-0,  and  gave  all  nature  birth, 
Aid  fires,  and  feas,  and  heav'n  and  earth, 

His  eve» lifting  orders  keep. 

4  Let  morals  tremble  and  adore 
A  God  of  fuch  refjftlefs  pow'r, 

Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  rage  : 
Vain  are  your  tho'ts,  and  weak  your  hands. 
Bur.  his  eternal  counfeLitands, 

And  rules  the  world  from  rge  to  age. 

PSALM     XXXIir.     As  the  113th  Pfalm, 

Second     Part. 

Creatures  <vain ,  and  God  ali-fajficient, 

2    /~\   HAPPY  nation,  where  the  Lord 

V^/  Reveals  the  creature  of  his  word, 

And  builds  his  church,  his  earthly  throne  ! 
His  eye  the  heathen  world  Airveys, 
He  form'd  iheir  hearts,  he  knows  their  wayp. 
But  God  their  Maker  is  unknown. 

2  Let  kings  rely  upon  their  hoft, 

And  of  his  ftrengrh  ri$  ch  irnp'on  boaft  ; 

In  vain  they  bosft,  in  vain  rely  j 
In  vain  we  truft  the  brutal  force, 
Or  fi>eed,  or  courage  of  an   hprfp, 

To  guard  his  riaer,  or  to  fly. 

3  The  eye  of  thy  companion  Lord, 
Doth  more  fecure  defen  e  qffc  d 

When  death,  or  dangers  threa,'ning  fiand  : 
Thy  wa-chful  eye  prefrrves  the  j'uft, 
Who  make  thy  name  their  fear  and  Tuft, 

Whea  wars  or  famine  waite  the  land, 
F  5 


66        PSALM    XXXIV. 

4  In  ficknefs  or  the  bloody  field, 

Thou  our  PhyGcim,  thou  our  fhield, 
Send  us  falvation  from  thy  throne  : 
V»'c  wait  to  fee  thy  goodnefs  fhinc  ; 
Le:  u:  rejoice  in  help  divine, 
For  all  oar  hope  is  God  alone. 

PSALM     XXXIV.     Firjl  Part.     Long  Metre. 

Qcd's  care  of  the  Saints  ;  or, deliverance  by  prayer* 

1  T     ORD  I  will  blefs  thee  all  my  days, 

I    j  Thy  praife  fhall  dwell  upon  my  tongue  : 
My  foul  mill  glory  in  thy  grace, 
While  faints  rejoice  te  hear  the  fong. 

2  Come,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 
Come,  let  us  all  exalt  his  name  ; 
I  fought  th'  eternal  God,  and  he 
Has  not  expo^'d  my  hope  to  fhame. 

3  I  told  him  all  my  fecret  grief, 

My  fecret  groaning  reach'd  his  ears  ; 
He  gave  my  inward  pains  relief, 
Aad  calni'd  the  tumult  of  my  fears. 

4  To  him  the  poor  lift  up  their  eyes, 
Their  faces  feel  the  heav'nly  mine  j 
A  bcim  cf  mercy  from  the  ft 
Fills  them  wiih  light  and  joy  divine. 

5  His  holy  angels  pi:th  their  ten's 
Around  the  men  thir  ftrve  the  Lord  ; 
O  fax  and  love  him,  all  ye  (ai 
Tafte  of  hl>  grace,  and  truit  his 

d  The  will  young  lions  p'mch'd  with  pain 
And  htr.^T 
But  none  (h  i  «ain| 


PSALM    XXXiV.         67 

PSALM   XXXIV.   1 1.  --22.  Second   Part. 

Long  Metre. 

Religious  education  ;  or,  infruSions  of  piety. 

1  /^Hildren  in  years    and  knowledge  youngs 
V-^   Your  parents  hope,  your  parents  joy, 
Attend  the  counfels  of  my  tongue, 

Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ. 

2  if  you  defire  a  length  of  days, 

And  peace  to  crown  your  mortal  (late, 
Re/train  your  feet  from  impious  ways, 
Your  lips  from  flander  and  deceit. 

3  The  eyes  of  God  regard  his  faints, 
His  ears  are  open  to  their  cries  ; 
He  fets  his  frowning  face  againft 
The  fons  of  violence  and  lies. 

4  To  humble  fouls  and  broken  hearts, 
God  with  his  grace  is  ever  nigh  ; 
Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imparts, 
When  men  in  deep  contrition  lie. 

5  He  tells  their  tears,  he  counts  their  groans, 
His  Son  redeems  their  fouls  from  death  ; 
His  fpirit  heals  their  broken  bones, 

They  in  his  praife  employ  their  breath. 

PSALM      XXXIV.     i  — io.  Firft   Part, 

Common    Metre. 

Prayer  and  praife  for  eminent  deliverance, 

i    T'LL  blefs  the  Lord  from  day  to  day  j 
1      Hiw  good  are  all  his  ways  ! 
Ye  humble  fouls  chat  ufe  \o  pray, 
Come,  h  !p  my  lips  to  jx.iife. 

2  Si.ig  to  the  honour  of  his 
I  low  a  poor  li  n 
Nor  w  is.  his  1  .    ae, 

Nor  was  his     sic 


68        PSALM     XXXIV. 

3  When  threatening  forrows  round  m-: 

And  cndlch  I 
Like  th-  loui  billows  of  i  flood, 
Redoubling  all  my  woes  ; 

4  ]  told  the  Lord  my  fore  difcrefs, 

With  heavy  groans  and  tears  ; 
He  gave  my  marpeft  torments  eafe, 
And  filejic'd  all  my  fears. 

Pause. 

[5  O  fmners,  come  and  tafte  his  love, 
Come  learn  his  pleafant  1 
And  let  your  own  experience  prove 
The  fvveetnefs  of  his  grace. 

6  He  bids  his  angels  pitch  their  tents 
Round  where  his  children  dwell  ; 
What  ills  their  heav'nly  care  prevents, 
No  earthly  tongue  can  tell.] 

[7   O  love  the  Lord  ye  faints  of  his  ; 
His  eye  regards  thejuft  ; 
How  richly  Uleft  their  portion  is 
Who  make  the  Lord  their  milt ! 

8  Young  lions  pinch'd  with  hmger  roar, 
A-  d  farr.ifh  in  the  v. cod  ; 
But  God  fupplies  his  holy  poor, 
With  ev'ry  needful  good.] 

PSALM     XXXIV.   11-22.  Siccnd  Paft. 
Common     Metre. 
Exhortation  to  peace  and  I 
I    ^>OME,  children,  leajn  ro  fe^r  the    Lord, 
\    j      And  \s  be  long, 

Let  n»*  ■n.  falfe  or  fp/efnl  word 
t.  found  upon  yojr  tongue. 
T  Dep-m  from  mifchief,  practice  1  eve, 
Purfuc  the  works  of  pc. 


PSALM     XXXV.        % 

So  (hall  the  Lord  your  ways  app 
And  fit  your  fouls  at  cafe. 

3  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  juft, 

His  ears  attend  their  cry  : 
When  broken  fpirics  dwell  in  duffc, 
The  God  of  grace  i;  nigh. 

4  What  tho'  the  forrows  here  they  talle 

A»-e  (harp  and  tedious  too. 
The  Lord  who  faves  them  at  the  laft, 
Is  their  Supporter  now. 

5  Evil  (hall  frnite  the  wicked  dead  ; 

But  God  fecures  his  own  : 
Prevents  the  mifehief  when  they  Aide, 
Or  heals  the  broken  bone. 

6  When  defolation  like  a  flood 

O'er  the  proud  finner  rolls, 

Saints  find  a  refuge  in  their  God, 

For  he  redeems  their  fouls'. 

P  S  A  L  M     XXXV.     1—9.     Firft    Part. 

Prayer    and  faith    of  perfecuted  faints  \  Or, 
Imprecations  mixt  %uzth  charity* 

1  \]  OW  plead  my  caufe  almightvGod, 
X  >      with  all  the  fons  of  ifrife  ;'  . 
And  fight  againft  the  men  of  blood, 

Who  fight  againft  my  life. 

2  Draw  out  thy  fpear  and  flop  their  way, 

Lift  thine  avenging  rod  j 
But  to  my  foul  in  mercy  fay, 
/  am  thy  Saviour  God. 

3  They  plant  their  fnares  to  eafch  my  feet> 

And  nets  cf  mifchief  fpread  ; 
Plunge  the  d^ftroyers  in  the  pit 
That  their  own  hands  have  made. 


PSALM     XXXV. 

4  Let  foj 

And  flipp'ry  be  trn.-tr  gr< 
Thy  wrath  ill  .!! 

And  all  thrir  ra^e  confound. 

g  They  fly  like  chaff  !  efore  the  wind, 
Before  thine  angry  breath  j 
The  angel  of  th?  Lord  behind 
Purfues  litem  down  to  death. 

6  They  love  the  road  that  leads  to  hell  ; 

Then  let  the  rebels  die, 
Whofe  mr;!ice  is  implacable 
Againft  the  Lord  en  high. 

7  But  if  thou  haft  a  chofefi  few 

Amongfl  that  impious  race, 
Divide  them  from  the  bloody  crew 
By  thy  furprifmg  grace. 
S  Then  will  Iraifcmy  tuneful  voice 
To  make  thy  wonders  known  : 
In  their  falvation  I'll  rejoice, 
And  blefs  thee  for  my  own. 

PSALM  XXXV.  12,  13,  if  St:onJ  P«rt. 

Love  to  enemies  ;    or,    the   Lvc  of    Ckriji  to 
tspijied  in  David. 

BEHOLD  the  love,  the  gen'roos  love, 
That  holv  David  (how* ; 
Hark,  how  his  founding  bowels  move 
To  hi,  affiicled  foes  1 

2  When  they  are  fick,  his  foul  complains, 

And  fecms  to  feel  the  fenart ; 
•  The  fpirit  of  the  gcfp.l  reigns, 
And  melts  his  pious  heart. 

3  How  did  his  flowing  tears  condole 

>r  a  broiher  deaJ  ! 
And  fatting  mortify  M  his  foul, 

fehc  pray'd. 


PSALM    XXXVI.         71 

4  They  groan'd,  2nd  curs'd  him  on  their  bed, 

Yet  uill  he  pleads  and  mourns  ; 
And  dcfljpfc'ble  flings  on  his  head 
The  righteous  Lord  returns. 

5  O  glorious  type  of  heav'nly  grace  ; 

Thus  Chriil  the  Lord  appears  ; 
While  finners  curfe,  the  Saviour  prays, 
And  pities  them  with  tears. 

6  He  the  true  David,  Ifr'eTs  King, 

Biefr.  and  belov'd  of  God, 
To  fave  us  rebels  dead  in  fin, 
Paid  his  own  deareft  blood. 

PSALM     XXXVI.     5—9.    Long  Metre, 
The  perfefliens  and  providence   of  God  ;  or, 
general  providence  and  fpecial  grace- 

1  T  TIGH  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God, 
XjL   Thy  goodnefs  in  full  glory  mines  : 
Thy  truth  (hall  break  thro'  every  cloud 
That  vails  and  p^arkens  thy  defigns. 

2  For  ever  firm  thy  juftice  {lands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep  - 
Wife  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands, 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large, 
Both  man  and  beaft  thy  bounty  fh.ire  J 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge, 
But  faints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 

4  My  God  !  how  excellent  thy  grace, 
Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  fpri 
Th»  fons  of  Adam  in  diftrefs 

Fly  to  the  lhadow  of  thy  wings. 

5  Fr  m  the  provifions  of  thy  houfc 
We  (hall  be  fed  with  fweet  repaft  ; 
Tkere  mercy  like  a  river  flows, 
And  brings  falvation,  to  our  tafte, 


V  S  A  L  M     XXXVI. 


6  Life  like  a  fount;  1  frfe, 

Springs  from  the  prefence  of  thf^ord  ; 
And  in  thy  light  our  foul 
The  glories  promis'd  in  thy  Wora. 

PSALM     XXXVr.     i,  2,  5,  6,  7,  9. 

Common    Metre. 
Pi-aSical  Atbeifm  expo/ed  ;  or,   The  being    and 
attributes  of  God  aj/crted. 

1    W7^^J  raen  ^r0W   to'^  *n  w*ckec*  ways 
V  V       And  yet  a  God  they  own, 
My  heart  within  me  often 

Their  thoughts  believe    ibtrfi   mr.c. 

1  Their  thoughts  and  ways  a:  once  declare 
(Whate'cr  their  lips  profefs) 
God  hath  no  wrath  for  them  to  fear, 
Nor  will  they  feek  his  grace. 

3  What  Grange  felf  flatt'ry  blinds   their    eyes  t 

But  there's  a  haft'ning  hour, 
When  they  (hall  fee  with  fore  furprife, 
The  terrors  of  thy  pow'r 

4  Thy  juftice  mall  maintain  its  throne, 

Tho'  mountains  melt  away  : 
Thy  judgments  are  a  world  unknown, 
A  deep  unfathom'd  fea. 

5  Above  thefe  heav'ns  created  rounds, 

Thy  mercies,  Lord,  extend  : 
Thv  truth  out  lives  the  narrow  bounds 
Where  time  and  nature  end. 

6  Safety  te  man  'hy  goodnefs  brings 

Nor  overlooks  the  bcail  ; 
Beneath  the  fhr.dow  of  thy  winijfr 

Thy  children  chufc  to  red. 
j    From  thee,  when  creaturc-ltrearas  run  low, 
And  mortal  comfort 


PSALM    XXXVL       73 

Perpetual  fprings  of  life  fhall  flow, 
And  rdfe  our  pleafures  high. 

8  Tho'  all  created  light  decay, 
And  death  clofe  up  our  eyes, 
Thy  prefence  makes  eternal  day, 
Where  clouds  can  never  rife.] 

PSALM     XXXVI.  1-7.  Short  Metre. 

T'he  <wickedntfs  of 'man ,  and  the    majefty  of  God  $ 
or,  Practical  Atheifm  expofcd. 

I    CT  7HEN  man  grows  bold  in  fin, 
VV      My  heart  within  me  cries, 
He  hath  no  faith  of  God  within, 
Nor  fear  before  his  eyes. 

[2  He  walks  a  while  conceal'd 

In  a  felf-flatt'ring  dream, 
'Till  his  dark  crimes,  at  once  reveal'd, 

Expofe  kis  hateful  name.] 

£  His  heart  is  falfe  and  foul, 

His  words  are  fmooth  and  fair  $ 
Wifdom  is  banim'd  from  his  foul, 

And  leaves  no  goodnefs  there. 

4  He  plots  upon  his  bed, 
Newmifchiefs  to  fulfill, 

He  fets  his  heart,  and  hand,  and  head,* 
To  practice  all  that's  ill. 

5  But  there's  a  dreadful  God, 

Though    men  renounce  his  fear  : 
His  juftice  hid  behind  the  cloud, 
Shall  one  great  day  appear. 

6  His  truth  tranfcends  the  flcy, 
In  heav'n  his  mercies  dwell  ; 

Deep  as  the  J'ea  his  judgments  lie* 
His  anger  burn*  to  heii, 

G 


74        PSALM    XXXVII. 

7  How  excellent  his  tove, 
Whence  all  our  fafety  fprings ! 

0  never  let  my  foul  remove 
From  underneath  his  wings, 

PSALM     XXXVU.     i  —  ,c.    Firfl  Part. 

The  cure  of  envyyfretfulnefst  and  unbelief;  or, 
the  rewards  of  the  righteous  and  the  nvicied  ; 
•r,  the  world's  hatred  and  the  faint's  patience. 

1  \X/HY  mould  I  vex  my  foul,  and  fret 
VV      To  fee  the  wicked  rife  ? 

Or  envy  finners  waxing  great 
By  fioJence  and  lies  ! 

2  As  flow'ry  grafs  cut  down  at  noonr 

Before  the  ev'ning  fades, 
So  fhall  their  glories  vanifh  foon, 
In  everlalting  fnades. 

3  Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  trufr, 

And  practice  all  that's  good  : 
So  fhall  I  dwell  among  the  juil, 
And  he'll  provide  me  food. 

4  I  to  my  God  my  ways  commit, 

And  chearful  wait  his  will  ; 
Thy  hand  which  guides  my  doubtful  feer, 
Shall  my  defires  fulfil. 

5  Mine  innocence  (halt  thou  difplay, 

And  make  thy  judgments  known, 
Fair  as  the  light  of  dawning  day, 
And  glorious  as  the  noon. 

i  The  meek  a:  Iaft  the  earth  poflefs, 
And  are  tke  heirs  of  heav'n  ; 
Trus  riches,  with  abundant  peace, 
To  humble  fouls  are  giv'n. 

Pause. 
7  T^''\  in  the  Lord,  and  keep  his  \vay\ 
Nor  Jet  your  anger  rife, 


PSALM    XXXVII,        75 

Tho'  providence  mould  long  delay, 

To  punijh  haughty  vice. 

8  Let  fmners  join  to  break  their  peace, 

And  plot,  and  rage,  and  foam  ; 

The  Lord  derides  them,  for. he  fees 

Their  day  of  vengeance  come. 

a  They  have  drawn  out  the  threat'ning  ty/Ordi 
Have  bent  the  murd'rous  bow, 
To  flay  the  men  that  fear  the  Lord, 
And  bring  the  righteous  low. 
lo  My  God  mall  break  their  bows,  and  bur* 
Their  perfecting  darts, 
Shalltheir  own  fwords  againft  them  turn, 
And  pain  furprife  their  hearts. 

PSALM    XXXVII.     1 6,   zi,    26— .31. 

Second    Part. 

Chanty  to  the  poor  ;  or,  Rciigicu  in  words  and 
dee  as. 

2   \T/HY  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boaft, 
VV       And  grow  profanely  bold  ? 
The  meaneft  portion  of  the  jufl 
Excels  the  finner's  gold. 

2  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends, 

But  ne'er  defigns  to  pay  : 
The  faint  is  merciful,  and  lends, 
Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 

3  His  alms  with  liberal  heart  he  gives 

Aisongft  the  fons  of  need  ; 
His  mem'ry  to  long  ages  lives, 
And  blefTed  is  his  feed. 

4  His  lips  abhor  to  talk  profane, 

To  flander  or  defraud  ; 
His  ready  tongue  declares  to  men, 
What  he  has  learn'd  of  God. 


7*         PSALM     XXXVH. 

5  The  law  and  gofpel  of  the  Lord 

Deep  in  his  heart  abide  ; 

Led  by  the  fpirit  and  the  word, 

His  feet  fhall  never  Aide. 

i  When  finners  fall  the  righteous  fhrV, 
Prcfcrv'd  from  ev'ry  fnare  ; 
They  fhall  poflfefs  the  promis'd  land, 
And  dwell  forever,  there. 
PSALM  XXXVII.    23-37.   nird    Part. 
The  nvay  mud  end  of  the  rijfoeous  and  the  wicked. 
J    "\/fY  God,  the  fteps  of  piow  men 
XVJL    Are  order 'd  by  thy  will  ; 
Tho'  they  mould  fall,  they  rife  again, 
Thy  hand  faf  ports  them  ftill. 

j.  The  Lord  delights  to  fee  their  way«, 
Their  virtue  he  approves  : 
H*'il  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace, 
Nor  leave  the  men  he  loves. 

3  The  heav'nly  heritage  is  theirs, 

Their  portion  and  their  home  : 
He  feeds  them  now,  and  makes  them  heirs 

Of  bleffings  long  to  com:. 
Wait  on  the  Lord  yc  fqns  of  men, 

Nor  fear  when  tyrants  frown  ; 
Ye  (hall  confefs  their  pride  was  vain, 

When  juftice  calls  them  down. 
Pause. 
The  haughty  finner  I  have  feen, 

Not  fearing  man  nor  God, 
Like  a  tall  bay- tree,  fair  and  green, 

Spreading  his  arms  abroad. 

6  And  lo,  he  vanifh'd  from  the  ground, 

Deftroy'd  by  hands  unfeen, 
Nor  root,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf  was  found, 
Where  all  that  pride  had  been. 


PSALM    XXXVIII.      77 

7  But  mark  the  man  of  righteouihefs, 
His  feveral  fteps  attend  ; 
True  pleafure  rims  thro'  all  his  ways, 
And  peaceful  is  his  end. 

PSALM    XXXVIII. 

Guilt  of  confcience  and  relief',  or,  Repentance  and 
prayer  for  pardon  and  health. 

1  A  MIDST  thy  wrath  remember  love, 
XX     Reftore  thy  fervant,  Lord, 

Nor  let  a  father's  chart1  ning  prove 
Like  an  avenger's  fword. 

2  Thine  arrows  flick  within  my  heart, 

My  flefh  is  forely  preil ; 
Between  the  forrow  and  the  fmart, 
My  fpirit  finds  no  reft, 

3  My  fins  a  heavy  load  appear, 

And  o'er  my  head  are  gone  ; 
Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  bear, 
Too  hard  for  me  t'  atone. 

4  My  thoughts  are  like  a  troubled  fea? 

My  head  (till  bending  down  ; 
And  I  go  mourning  all  the  day 
Beneath  my  Father's  frown. 

5  Lord,  I  am  weak  and  broken  fore, 

None  of  my  pow'rs  are  whole  : 
The  inward  anguifh  makes  me  roar, 
The  anguifh  of  my  fouh 

6  All  my  defire  to  thee  is  known, 

Thine  eye  counts  ev'ry  tear, 
And  ev'ry  figh  and  ev'ry  groan  i 

I  notic'd  by  thine  ear. 

7  Thou  art  my  God,  my  only  hope  ; 

My  God  will  hear  my  cry, 
"My  God  will  bear  my  fpiric  up 
t  When  fatan  bids  me  die* 
G  ? 


PSALM    XXXIX. 

[S  My  foot  is  ever  apt  to  Aide, 
My  foes  rejoice  to  fee't  ; 
Thev  raiie  their  pieafure  and  their  pride, 
When  they  fupplant  ray  feet. 

9  But  I'll  confefs  my  guilt  to  thee, 

And  grieve  for  all  my  fin  : 
I'll  mourn,  how  weak  my  graces  be, 
And  beg  fupport  divine. 

10  My  God,  forgive  my  follies  paft, 

And  be  forever  nigh  ; 
O  Lord  of  my  falvation  hafte, 
Before  thy  fervam  die.] 
PSALM      XXXIX.    I,  2,  3.    Tirjl     Part. 
Watcbfulnefs   ever   the   tongue ;    or,   Prudence 
and  zeal. 

I    rj^HUS  I  refolv'd  before  the  Lord, 
<;  "  Now  will  I  watch  my  tongue, 

"  Left  I  let  flip  or\?  fingle  word, 
<<  Or  do  my  neighbour  wrong." 

z  And  if  I'm  e'er  conflrain'd  to  ftay 

With  men  of  lives  profane, 

I'll  fet  a  double  guard  that  day, 

Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain. 

3  I'll  fcarce  allow  my  lips  to  fpeak 

The  pious  thoughts  I  feel, 
Left  fcoiFers  mould  th'  occafion  take 
To  mock  my  holy  zeal. 

4  Yet  if  fome  proper  hour  appear, 

I'll  not  be  over-aw'd, 
But  let  the  fcoffing  finners  hear 
That  I   can  fpeak  for  God. 
PSALM  XXXIX.  4,  5,6,  7.    SeconJPart. 
The  vanity  of  man  at  mortal. 

T&ACH  me 'the  meafurc  of  my  days, 
ThvU  maker  of  my  frame  ; 


PSALM    XXXIX.        79 

1  would  furvey  life's  narrow  fpace, 

And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2  A  fpan  is  all  that  we  can  boaft; 

An  inch  or  two  of  time  ; 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  dull, 
In  all  his  flow'r  and  prime. 

3  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 

Like  fhadows  o'er  the  plain, 
They  rage  and  drive  defire  and  love, 
But  all  their  noife  is  vain. 

4  Some  walk  in  honour's  gaudy  mow, 

Some  dig  for  golden  o^er, 
They  toil  for  heirs  they  know  not  who,       * 
And  ftraight  are  feen  no  more. 

5  What  could  I  wilh  or  wait  for  then 

From  creatures,  earth  and  duft'  ? 
They  make  our  expectations  vain, 
And  difappoint  our  croft 

6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 

My  fond  defires  recall  : 
I* give  my  mortal  int'reft  up,  J    • 

And  make  my  God  my  All. 

PSALM    XXXIX.  p.- 13.     Third  PnH 

Sick-bed  devotion  ;  or,  Pleading  without  repining* 

1  (~*  OD  of  my  life,  look  gently  down, 
VJT     Behold  the  pains  I  feel  ; 

But  Lam  dumb  before  thy  throne, 
Nor  dare  difpute  thy  will. 

2  Difeafes  are  thy  fervants,  Lord, 

They  come  at  thy  command, 

I'll  nor  attempt  a  murm'ring  word 

Againft  thy  chaining  hand,^ 


80  PSALM    XL. 

3  Yet  may  I  plead  with  humble  cries, 

Remove  thy  (harp  rebukes  : 
My  ftrength  confumes,  my  fpirit   dies, 
Through  thy  repeated  ftrokes. 

4  Crufh'd  as  a  moth. beneath  thy  hand, 

We  moulder  to  the  dull ; 
Our  feeble'pow'rs  can  ne'er  withstand, 
And  all  our  beauty's  loft. 

[5  This  mortal  life  decays  apace, 
How  Toon  the  bubble's  broke  ^ 
Adam  andLall  his  num'rous  race, 
Are  vanity  and  fmoke.] 

#  I'm  but  a  fojoumer  below, 
As  all  my  fathers  were  ; 
May  I  be  well  prepar'd  to  go, 
When  I  the  fummons  hear  ! 

7  But  if  my  life  be  fpar'd  a  while 
Before  my  lail  remove, 
Thy  praife  (hall  be  my  bus'nefc  ftill, 
And  I'll  declare  thy  love. 

F  S  A  L  M  XL.   1,2,  3,  5,  17,  Firji    Parr 

Common    Meti*. 

A.fong  of  deliverance  from  great  dijlrefs* 

}    T  WAITED  patient  for  the  Lord, 
He  bow'd  to  hear  my  cry  ; 
He  faw  me  retting  on  his  word, 
And  brought  falvation  nigh. 

2  He  rais'd  me  from    a  horrid  pit, 

Where  mourning  long  I  lay, 
And  from  my  bonds  reieas'd  my  feet, 
Deep  bonds  of  miry    clay. 

3  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  ftand, 

And  taught  my  chearful  tongue 
To  praife  the  wonders  of  his  hand. 
In  a  new  ihaakfal  fong. 


PSALM     XL.  *i 

(.  I'll  fprcad  his  works  cf  grace  abroad  ; 
The  faints  with  joy  mall  hear, 
And  finners  learn  to  make  my  God 
Their  only  hope  and  fear. 
j  How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love  \ 
Thy  mercies  Lord,  how  great  ! 
We  have  not  words  nor  hours  enough 
Their  numbers  to  repeat. 
9  When  I'm  affli&ed,  poor,  and  low, 
And  light  and  peace  depart, 
My  God  beholds  my  heavy  woe, 
And  bears  me  on  his  heart. 

PSALM     XL.  6 9.     Second    Part. 

Common     Metre. 
97*  incarnation  and  f aerifies  cf  Chrift. 

i   *TT^HUS  faith  the  Lord,"  Your  works  is  vain, 
\_      "  Give  your.  bumt-ofF rings  o'er, 
"  In  dying  goats,  and  bullocks  flain, 
"  My  foul  delights  no  more." 

Then  fpake  the  Saviour,  "  Lo,  I'm  here,, 

V  My  God  to  do  thy  will  ; 
"  Whate'er  thy  facred  books  declare 

"  Thy  fervant  ihall  fulfill. 

"  Thy  law  is  ever  in  my  fight, 

"  I  keep  it  near  my  heart  : 
if  Mine  ears  afe  open'd  with  delight, 

••'  To  what  thy  lips  impart." 
And  fee,  the  blefl  Redeemer  comes, 

Th'  eternal  Son  appears, 
And  at  the  appointed  time  atfumes 

The  body  God  prepares. 
Much  he  reveal'd  his  Father's  grace, 

And  much  his  truth  he  fhew'd, 
And  preach'd  the  way  of  righteoufnefs, 

Where  great  aflemblies  flood, 


82  P  S  A  L  M    XL. 

6  His  Father's  honour  touch'd  his  hearts 
He   pity'd  fmners  cries, 
And  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  part, 
Was  made  a  facrifice. 

Pause. 
j  No  blood  of  beafts  on  altars  fhed, 
Could  waft  the  confcience  clean  > 
But  the  rich  facrifice  he  paid, 
Atones  for  all  our  fin. 

8  Then  was  the  great  falvation  fpread, 
And  fatan's  kingdom  fhook  ; 
Thus  by  the  woman's  promis'd  feed 
The  ferpent's  head  was  broke. 

PSALM     XL.     5--10.  Long  Metre. 

Chrift  our  facrifice. 

j   *"■  "MFE  wonders  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought 
JL   Exceed  our  praife,iurmount  our  thought 
Should  I  attempt  the  lcng  detail, 
My  fpeech  would  faint,  my  numbers  fail. 

2  No  blood  of  beads  on  altars  fpilt 

Can  cleanfe  the  fouls  of  men  from  guilt  ; 
But  thou  haft  fet  before  our  eyes 
And  all-fulHcicnt  facrifice. 

3  Lo  !  thine  eternal  Son  appears, 
To  thy  defigns  he  bows  his  ears  j 
Aflumes  a  body  well  prepar'd, 
And  well  performs  a  work  fo  hard. 

4  "     Behold  I  come,  (the  Saviour  cries, 
"  With  love  and  duty  in  his  eyes) 

•«  I  come  to  bear  the  heavy  load 

•«  Of  fms,  and  do  thy  will,  my  God, 

5  '*  'Tis  written  in  thy  great  decroe, 
"  'Tis  in  thy  book  foretold  of  me, 
•«  I  mult  fulfill  the  Saviour's  part, 

M  And  low  !  thy  law  is  in  my  heart* 


PSALM    XLII.  S3 

t  "  I'll  magnify  thy  holy  Jaw, 
"  And  rebels  to  obedience  draw, 
«'  When  on  ray    crofs  I'm  lifted  high, 
"  Or  to  my  crown  above  the  flcy. 

7  M  The  fpirit  (hall  defcend  and  mow 
"  What  thou  haft  done,  and  what  I  do  ; 
"  The  wond'ring  world  mail  learn  thy  grace, 
"  Thy  wifdom  and  thy  righteoufnefs." 

PSALM     XLI.     i,  2,  3. 
Charity  to  the  poor  ;  or,  Pity  to  the  afflicled. 

\   TJLEST  is  the  man  whofe  bowels  move, 
J3  And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor  ; 
Whofe  foul  by  fympathizing  love, 
Feels  what  his  fellow-faints  endure. 

z  His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief, 
More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do  ; 
He  in  the  time  of  gen'ral grief, 
Shall  find  the  Lord  has  bowels  too. 

I  His  foul  mall  live  fecure  on  earth, 
With  fecret  bleffings  on  his  head, 
When  drought,  and  peftilence  and  dearth, 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 

l  Or  if  he  languifh  on  his  couch, 
God  will  pronounce  his  fins  forgiv'n  ; 
Will  fave  him  with  a  healing  touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  foul  to  heav'n. 

PSALM     kLII.     1  .-5.     Firft    Part. 
Dtfertion  and  hope  ;  or,'  Complaint   of  abftnce 

from  pub  lick  *worJbip. 
TTflTH  earneft  longings  of  the  mind, 
VV       My  God  to  thee  I  look  ; 
So  pants  the  hunted  hare  to  rind 

And  tafte  the  cooling  brook. 
When  fhall  I  fee  thy  courts  of  grace, 
And  meet  my  God  afain  ? 


8+  PSALM     XLII. 

So  long  anabfence  from  thy  face, 
My  heart  endures  with  pain. 

3  Temptations  vex  my  weary  foul, 

And  tears  are  my  repaft  ; 
The  foe  infults  without  controul, 
And  where*  s  your  God  at  laji  ? 

4  'Tis  with  a  mournful  pleafure  now 

I  think  on  ancient  days  ; 
Then  to  thy  houfe  did  numbers  go. 
And  all  our  work  was  praife. 

5  But  why  my  foul  funk  down  fo  far 

Beneath  this  heavy  load  ? 
Why  do  my  thoughts  indulge  difpair, 
And  fin  again  ft  my  God  ? 

6  Hope  in  the  Lord,  whofe  mighty  hand 

Can  all  my  woes  remove  ; 
For  I  (hall  yet  before  him  ftand, 
And  fing  refloring  love. 

PSALM     XLII.      6—11.       Second    Part. 

Melancholy  thoughts    reproved  ;    or,  Hope     ir. 
AjjU&icn. 

finks  within  me  Lord, 
11  call  thy  name  to  mind. 
And  times  of  part  difhefs  record, 
When  I  have  found  my  God  was  kind. 

2  Huge  troubles  with  tumultous  noife, 
Swell  like  a  fea,  and  round  me  fpread  ; 
Thv  water-fpouts  drown  all  my  joys 
And  rifing  waves  roll  o'er  my  head. 

3  Vet  will  the  Lord  command  his  love, 
When  I  addrefs  his  throne  by  day. 
Nor  in  the  night  his  grace  remove, 
The  night  (hall  hear  me  fmg  and  pray. 


XVI    Butlwi 


P  S  A  L  M     XLIV.       85- 

4.  I'll  caft  myfelf  before  his  feet, 

And  fay,  "  My  God,  my  hcav'nly  rock, 

*•  Why  doth  thy  love  fo  long  forget 

"  The  foul  that  groans  beneath  thy  ilroke  ?'r 

r  I'll  chide  my  heart  that  finks  fo  low, 

Why  mould  my  foul  indulge  her  grief  ? 

Hope  in  the  Lord,  and  praife  him  too  ; 

He  is  my  reft,  my  fure  relief, 
fr  Thy  light  and  truth  mall  guide  me  Hill, 

Thy  word  mail  my  beft  thoughts  employ, 

And  lead  me  to  thy  heav'nly  hill, 

My  God,  my  moft  exceeding  joy. 

PSALM     XLIV.  1.  3,  8,  15 26. 

The  Church's  complaint   in  perfection. 

1  T      ORD,  we  h.ive  heard  thy  works  of  old, 

I   A   Thy  works  of  pow'r  and  grace, 
When  to  our  ears  our  fathers  told 
The  wonders  of  their  days. 

2  How  thou  didft  build  thy  church  e*  here, 

And  make  thy  gofpel  known  ; 
Amongft  them  did  thine  arm  appear, 
Thy  light  and  glory  fhone. 

;  In  God  they  boafled  all  the  day, 
And  in  a  chearful  throng 
Did  thcufands  meet  to  praife  and  pray, 
And  gTace  was  all  their  fong. 

3.  But  now  our    fouls  are  fciz'd  with  fliime^ 
Confufion  fills  our  face, 
To  hear  the  enemy  blafpheme, 

And  fools  reproach  thy  orace. 
Yet  have  we  not  forgot  our  God, 
Norfaifely  dealt  with  hearn, 
Nor  have  our  fteps  declin'd  the  r©;MJ 
Of  dutv  tJfeou  hall  giv'n  ; 
H 


S6  PSALM     XLV. 

6  Though  dragons  all  ground  us  roar 
With  their  deitruclive  breath, 

I  thine  own  hand  has  bruis'd  us  fore, 
Hard  by  the  gates  of  d 


7  We  are  expos'd  all  day  ro  die 
As  martyrs  for  thy  caufe, 
As  fheep  for  (laughter  bound  we  lie, 
By.  Jharp  and  bloody  laws. 
3  Awake,  arife  almighty  Lord, 

Why  flecps  thy  wonted  grace  ! 
Why  mould -we  look  like  men  abhor'd, 
Or-bariif.i'd  from  thy  face. 

9  Wilt  thou  forever  can:  us  off, 

And  IHil  negicft  our  cries  ? 
•    Forever  hide  thine  heav'nly  love 
PVom  our  affii&ed  I 

10  Down  to  the  dull  our  foul  is  bow'd, 

And  dies  upon  the  ground  ; 
Rife  for  our  hilp,  rebuke  the  proud, 
And  all  their  pow'r  confound. 

i  l   Redeem  us  from  perpetual  frame, 
Our  Saviour  and  our  God  ; 
We  plead  the  honours  of  thy  name, 
The  merits  of  thy  blcod. 

PSALM     XLV.     Short  Metre. 

The  g/ery  of  Chfijl  ;  the  fttcce/s  of  the  grfpel,  and 
the  Gentile  church. 

i    1\  y|  Y  Saviour  and  my  King, 
LVA      #1  hv  beauties  are  divine  ; 

Thy  lips  with  blefliii^s  overflow, 
And  ev'ry  grace  is  thine.  , 

%  Now  make  thy  glory  known  ; 
Gird  on  thy  dreadful  fword, 


PSALM     XLV.  2t 

nd  ride  in  majefty.to  fpread 
The  conqueits  of  thy  word. 

Strike  through  thy  ftubborn  foes, 

Or  melt  their  hearts  t'  obey  ; 
/hile  juftice,  meeknefs,  grace,  and  truth. 

Attend  thy  glorious  way. 

Thy  laws,  O  God,  are  right  ; 

Thy  throne  mall  ever  ftand  ; 
^nd  thy  victorious  gofpel  proves 

A  fcepter  in  thy  hand. 

5  Thy  Father  and  thy  God, 
Hath  without  meafure  fhed 

lis  Spirit,  like  a  joyful  oil, 
T'  anoint  thy  facred  head.] 

6  Behold  at  thy  right  hand 
The  G smile  church  is  feen, 

ike  a  fair  bride  in  rich  attire, 
And  princes  guard  the  Queen. 

Fair  bride,  receive  his  love, 
Forget  thy  father's  houfe  j 
orfike  thy  gods,  thy  idol  gods, 
And  pay  the  Lor.:  thy  vows.] 

O  let  thy  God  r.nd  King, 
Thy  fweeteft  thoughts  employ  ; 
hy  children  (hall  his  honour  fing 
In  palaces  of  joy. 

PSALM     XLV.     Common  Metre. 

rhe  perjonal  glories  and  government  of '  Chrift, 

X'LL  fpeak  the  honours  of  my  King  ; 
His  form  divinely  fair  : 
None  of  the  ions  of  mortal  race 
May  with  the  Lord  compare. 
Sweet  is  thy  fpeech,  and  heav'nly  grace 
Ujpon  thy  lips  is  fhed  ; 


*8  P  S  A  L  M     XLV. 

Thy  God,  with  b: -Tings  infinite 
Hath  crown 'd  thy  facred  head. 

3  Gird  on  thy  fword,  victorious  prince  ; 

■K»de  with  roajeftk  fway  ; 
lhy  r  ftnlrt  thro'\hy  foes, 

-And  make  the  world  obey. 

4  Thy  throne,  O  God,  forever  (lands  ; 

Thy  word  of  gi*ace  mall  prove 
A  peaceful  f.eptcr  in  thy  hands, 
To  rule  the  faints  by  love. 
5  Juftice  and  truth  attend  thee  &]', 
But  mercy  is  thy  choice  : 
An*£od>  thX  God,  thy  foul  mall  fill 
"rJMl  moil  peculiar  joys. 

PSA  LAI    XLV.    FirfiPart.    Longlvfc 
The  glory  o/ChriJi,  and  power  of  bis  go/pc 

1  ^^T^W  bejny  Heart  infpir'd  to  fi*g 
1  N      The  glories  of  my  Saviour  Xing, 

Jefus  the  Lord  j  how  heav'nly  fair 

His  form  !  how  bright  his  beauties  are  ! 

2  O'er  all   the  fans  of  human  race 
He  mines  with  a  fuperior  grace  j 
Love  fro:n  his  lips  -divinely  flows, 
Ani  blefiings  all  his  Mate  co.npofe. 

3  Diefi  thee  in  arms,  moll  mighty  Lord, 
Gird  on  the  terror  of  thy  fword  ; 

In  majefly  and  glory  ride, 

With  truth  and  meeknefs  at  thy  fide- 

4  Thine  3nger,  like  a  pointed  dart, 
Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  ftubborn  heart  j 
Or  words  of  mercy  kind  and  fweet 
Shall  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet. 

5  Thy  th-one,  O  God,  for  ever  (lands, 
Gra:c  is  the  fceptrt  in  thy  hands  ; 


PSALM    XVL.  Sp: 

Thy  laws  and  works  are  juft  and  righty 
Juftice  and  grace  are  thy  delight. 

£  God,  thine  own  God,  has  richly  fhe4  ' 
His  oil  of  gladnefs  on  thy  head, 
And  with  his  facred   fpirit  bleft 
His  firfl-born  Son  above  the  reft. 

PSALM     XLV.     Second  Part.    Long  Metre.. 
Chrijf  and  his  church  ;  or,  The  myfiical  marriage^ 

1  rriHE  King  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face, 

\^       Ad©rn'd  with  majefty  and  grace  ; 
He  comes  with  bleffings  from  above, 
And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 

2  At  his  right-hand,  our  eyes  behold 
The  Queen  array'd  in  pureft  gold  ; 
The  world  admires  her  heav'nly  drefs  ; 
Her  robe  of  joy  and  righteoufnefs. 

3  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own  ;  . 
He  calls  and  feat?  her  near  his  throne  ; 
Fair  ftranger  let  thine  heart  forget 
The  idols  of  thy  native  ftate. 

4  So  mall  the  King  the  more  iejoice> 
In  thee  the  fav'rite  of  his  choice  ; ' 
Let  him  be  lov'd,  and  yet  ad  r'd, 
For  he's  thy  maker  and  thy  Lord, 

5  O  happy  hour --when  thou  (halt  rife 
To  his  fair  palace  in  the  fkies, 
And  all  thy  fotjs  (a  num'rous  trap) 
Each  like  a  prince  in  glory  reign  ! 

6.  Let  endlefs  honours  crow^n  his  head  : 
Let  every  age  his  praifes  fpread  ! 
While  we  with  chearful  fbngs  apprpv-     j 
The  condefceniion.s  of  his  IpVe, 
H  z 


$©         P  6  A  L  M    XLVI. 

PSALM  XLVL     Fir/f     Part. 

Yce  church's  fafety  and  triumph  among  national 
defolatUm. 

1  jT^  OD  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints, 

V-J     When  ftorms  of  fharp  diftrefs  invade; 
E'er  we  can  offer  oar  complaints, 
Behold  him  prefcnt   with  his  aid. 

2  Let  mountains  from  their  feats  be  hurl'd 
Down  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there  ; 
Convuliions  fhalce  the  lolid  world, 
Our  faith  mail  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  Load  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar, 
In  facred  peace  our  fouls  abide, 
"While  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  more, 
Trembles  and  dreads  the  fwelling  tide, 

4  There  is  a  ftrcam  whofe  gentle  flow 
£i>ppl:e3  the  city  of  our  God  :  v 
Life,  love  and  joy,  ftill  gliding  through, 
And  wat'ring  our  divine  abode. 

I  That  facred  ftream,  thine  holy  word, 
That  all  our  raging  fear  controuls  I 
.  Sweet  peace  thy  promifes  afford, 
And  give  new  itrength  to  fainting  fouls, 

6  Sion  enjoys  her  monarch's  love, 
Secure  againft  a  threat'ning  hour  ; 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundations  move, 
Built  on  his  truth,  and  arm/d  with  pow'r. 

P  S  A  L  M   XLVI.   Stcond    Part, 

God  fight  i  for  his  church.  \ 

i    T     KT  Siom  in  her  King  rejoice, 

JLi   Th<V  tyrants  rage,  and  kingdoms  rife  ; 
Hs  ut-^n  te1  almighty  voice, 
f^e  oaUQiu  melt,  the  tir.auh  clicsv 


PSALM    XLVII.  91 

2  The  Lord  ©fold,  for  Jacob  fought, 
And  Jacob's  God  is*  ft  ill  our  aid  ; 
Behold  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought, 
What  defolations  he  has  made. 

y  From  fea  to  fea  thro'  all  the  fhores, 
He  makes  the  noife  of  battle  ceafe  ; 
When  from  on  high  his  thunder  roars, 
He  awes  the  trembling  world  to  peace  ! 

4  He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  fpear  ; 
Chariots  he  burns  with  heav'nly  flame  : 
Keep  filence  all  ye  earth  and  hear 
The  found  and  glory  of  his  name  ! 

5  M  Be  ftill,  and  learn  that  I  am  God, 
"  I'll  be  exalted  o'er  the  lands  ; 

M  I  will  be  known  and  fear'd  abroad  ; 
"  But  ftill  my  throne  in  Sicn  ftands. 

6  O  Lord  of  hods,  almighty  King, 
While  we  {o  near  thy  prefence  dwell* 
Our  faith  mail  fit  fecure  and  fing 
Defiance  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

PSALM     XLVII. 
Cbrijl  afcendtng  and  rtignin*. 

1  f^\  FOR  a  fhout  of  facred  joy 
V_^/     To  God  the  fov'rign  King  ! 
Let  ev'ry  land  their  tongues  employ. 

And  hymns  of  triumph  fing. 

2  Jefus  our  God  afcends  on  high, 

His  heav'nly  guards  around, 

Attend  him  rifing  through  the  fky, 

With  trumpets  joyful  found. 

3  While  angels  ihout  and  praife  their  King, 

Let  mortals  learn  their  drains  : 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honours  fing  1 
O'er  all  the.  earth  he  reigns. 


$2        PSALM    XLVIII. 

4  Rehearfc  his  praife  with  awe  profound  ; 

Let  knowledge  lead  the  fong  ; 
Nor  mock  him  with  a  folemn  ibund 
Upon  a  thoughtlefs  tongue. 

5  In  Ifr'el   flood  his  ancient  throne, 

He  lov'd  that  chofen  race  ; 
But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own, 
And  heathens  tafte  his  grace. 

6  The  Britijh  iflands  are  the  Lord's, 

There    Ahr'hanfs  God  is  known, 
Whilepow'rs  and  princes,  fhields  and  fwcrtls, 
Submit  before  his  throne. 

PSALM    XLVIII.   r— 8.     Firjl  Part. 

The  (hutch  is  the  honour  and  fafety  of  a  nation  < 

i    (~*  RE  AT  is  the  Lord  cur  God, 
V_J    And  let  his  praife  be  great  \ 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 
His  moft  delightful  feat. 

2  Thefe  temples  of  his  grace, 

How  beautiful  they  (land  ! 

The  honours  of  our  native  place, 

The  bulwarks  of  our  land.] 

3  In  Sion  God  is  known 

A  refuge  in  diftrefs  ; 
How  bright  has  his  falvation  {hone 
Through  all  her  palaces  ! 

4.  When  kings  again  rt  her  join'd, 
And  faw  the  Lord  was  there, 
In  wild  cooiufioft  of  the  mind, 
They  fled  with  hall)'  fear, 

5  When  navies,  tall  and  proud 
Attempt  to  fpoil  our  peace, 
lie  fends  his  tempeft  roaring  loud, 
And  fmks  tfeejff  ia  the  leas. 


PSALM     XLVIIK         93 

6  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 

Our  eyes  have  often  feen 
How  well  our  God  fecures  the  fold 
Where  his  own  fheep  have  been. 

7  In  ev'ry  new  diftrefs 

We'll  to  his  houfe  repair,  v 

We'll  think  upon  his  wond'rous  grace, 
And  feek  deliv'rance  there. 

psalm  xlviii.  10—14.  s"°»d  ?art- 

The  beauty  of  the    church  ;  or,  G  of  pel  vjorjhi} 
and  order. 
1    T?  A  R  as  thy  name  is  known 
X*    The  world  declares  thy  praife  ! 
Thy  faints  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne, 

Their   fongs  of  honour  raife. 
;z  With  joy  let  Judah  ftand 

On  Sions  choien  hill, 
Proclaim  the  wounders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counfels  of  thy  will, 

•3  Let  ftrangers  walk  around 
The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Compafs  and  view  thine  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well. 

4  The  orders  of  thy  hcufe, 

The  worihip  of  thy  court, 
The  chearful  fongi,  the  iblemon  vows, 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent  and  how  wife  ! 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rites  adora'd  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  worfhip  now 

w        Will  guide  us  'till  we  die. 

Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 
Aad  ours  above  the  iky. 


9+        P  S  A  L  M  XLIX. 

P  S  A  L  M     XI.IX.  6_u    /•,>;?  P„r.-. 

Common  Metre. 

Pride  and  death ;  or,  The  vanity  of  life  and  rich 

1    \\7  **  Y  d?rJl  tne  man  of  richer  grow 
VV     To  infolence  and  pride, 
To  fee  his  wealth  and  honours  flow 
With  every  riling  tide  ? 

[2  Why   dorh  he   treat  the  poor  with  fcorn, 
Made  of  the  fdf-fame  clay, 
And  bdaft  as  tho'  his  fleih  were  bcrn 
Of  better  dull  than  they  ?] 

3  Not  all  his  treafure  can  procure 
His  foul  a  fhort  reprieve, 
Redeem  from  death  one  guilty  hour, 
Or  make  his  brother  live. 

[4  Life  is  a  bleifing  can't  be  fold, 
Theranfom  is  too  hi^h  ; 
Juftice  will  ne'er  be  brib'd  with  gold, 
That  man  may  never  die.] 

5  He  fees  the  brutifti  and  the  wife, 

The  tim'rous  and  the  brave, 
Qnit  their  po/TeiTions,  dole  thtir  eyes, 
And  haften  to  the  ; 

6  Yet  'tis  his  inward  thought  and  pride, 

"  My  houfe  Hull  ever  iHnd  : 
"  And  that  my  name  may  long  abide, 
"  I'll  give  it  to  my  land." 

7  Vain  are  his  thoughts,  his  hopes  a;- 

How  foo.i  his  mtm'ry  dies  P 
His  name  is  written  in  the  ouit 
Where  hi-  •  lies. 

Pause. 

%  This  is  the  folly  of  thvir  way  j 
And  yrt  their  fu.i 


PSALM    XLIX.  95 

Approve  the  w.ords  their  fathers  fay, 
And  act  their  works  again. 

9  Men  void  of  wifdom  and  of  grace, 
If  honour  raife  them  high, 
Live  like  a  bcaft,  a  thoughtlefs  race, 
And  like  a  beaft  they  die. 

[10  Laid  in  the  grave  like  filthy  fheep, 
Death  feeds  upon  them  there, 
'Till  the  laft  trumpet  breaks  their  fleep 
In  terror  and  defpair.] 

PSALM     XLIX.   14,   15.    Second  Part, 

Common  Metre. 

Death  and  the  refurreclion. 

1   VfE  fons  of  pride  that  hate  the  juft, 
"*■     And  trample  on  the  poor, 
When  death  has  brought  you  down  to  duft, 
Your  pomp  mail  rife  no  more. 

z  The  laft  great  day  fhall  change  the  fcene  ; 
When  will  that  hour  appear  ? 
When  fhall  the  juft  revive,  and  reign 
0?er  all  that  fcorn'd  them  here  ? 

3  God  will  my  naked  foul  receive, 

When  fep'rate  from  the  flefh  ; 
And  break  the  prifon  of  the  grave, 
To  raife  my  bones  afrefh. 

4  Heav'n  is  my  everlafting  home, 

Th'  inheritance  is  fure  ; 
Let  men  of  pride  their  rage  refumc, 
But  I'll  repine  no  more. 

PSALM     XLIX.     Long  Metre. 
The  rich  Jintier's  death  y  and  the  faints  refurrefiion. 
1    IT  7HY  do  the  proud  infult  the  poor, 

W     And  boaft  the  large  eftates  they  have  ? 
How  vain  are  riches  to  fecure 

Their  haughty  owners  from  the  grave  ! 


2  They  can't  redeem  one  hoar  from  cVath 
With  all  the  wealth  in  which  they"  truft  ; 
Nor  give  a  dying  brother  breath, 
When  God  commands  hi:n  down  to  dull. 

3  There*  the  dark  earth  and  difmal  fhadr 
Shall  clafp  their  naked  bodies  round  ; 
That  flefh  lb  delicately  feci, 

Lies  cold  and  moulders  in  the  ground. 

4  Like  thoughtlcfs  fheep  the  /inner  dic% 
Laid  in  the  grave  for  worms  to  eat  ; 
The  faints  mall  in  the  morning  rife, 
And  find  th    oppreflor  at  their  feet. 

5  His   honours  pehlh  in  the  duft, 

And  pomp,  and  be;;u:y,  birth  and  blood  : 
Th;it  glorious  day  exalts  the  juft 
To  full  dominion  o'er  the  proud. 

6  My  Saviour  fliall  my  life  rcflore, 
And  raife  me  from  my  dark  abotle  : 
My  flefh  and  foul  (hall  part  no  more  ; 
But  dwell  forever  near  my  God. 

PSALM     L.   i-6.  lirft    Fart, 

Common  Metre. 

Tit  lajl  judgment  ;  or,  Tic  faints  revjordtl. 

2   rr^HELord,  tlv;  judge   before  his  throne, 
\         Bids  the  wliole  earth  draw  nigh, 
The  nations  near  the   rifng  fun, 
And  near  the  weftern  Iky. 
2  No  more  (ball  bold  blafphemers  fay, 
*gmnt  ow//   ne'tr  begin  ; 
No  more  abufe  his  long  delay, 
To  impudence  and  fin. 
o     Thron'd  orr  a  cloud  our  God  fliall  corac. 
Fright  flames  prepwe  his  way, 


psalm   l;  9; 

Thunder  and  darkn^fs,  fire  and  florin, 
Lead  on   the  dreadful  day. 

4  Heav'n  from  above  his  call  fnall  hear, 

Attending  angels  come  ; 
And  earth  and  hell  (hall  know,  and  fear, 
His  juftice  and  their  doom. 

5  c<  But  gather  all  my  faints  (he  cries) 

"  That  make  their  peace  with  God  j 
'*  By  the  Redeemer's  facrifice, 
**  Who  feal'd  it  with  his  blood. 

6  "  Their  faith    and    works    brought  fortir  to 

M  Shall  make  the  world  confefs  (light, 

"  My  fentence  of  reward  is  rigrtt, 
"  And  heaven  adore  my  grace." 

PSALM'L.    8,  10,  11,  14,  15,-23. 

Second    Part.     Common  Metre. 

Obedience  is  better  than  facrifice, 

1  *TpHUS  faith  the  Lord,  "  the  fpacious  fields 

X      4<  And  flocks  and  herds  are  mtn^, 
"  O'er  all  the  cattle  of  the  hills 
11  I  claim  a  right  divine. 

2  "  I  a(k  no  fheep  for  facrifice, 

M  Nor  bullocks  burnt  with  fire  ; 
•*  To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praife-, 
"  Is  all  that  I  require. 

5  **  Call  upon  me  when  trouble's  near, 
"  My  hand  fhall  fet  thee  free  ; 
"  Then  fhall  thy  thankful  lips  declare 
c'  The  honour  due  to  me. 

4  •<  The  man  that  offers  humble  praife* 
«*  He  glorifies  me  belt  : 
And  thofe  that. tread  my  holy  wavs 
Shall  mv  falvation  taflfc." 

I 


PSALM     L.     i,  c,  8,   16,  ft, 
rd    Part.     Common   Metre. 
The  'Judgment  of  Hypocrites, 

1  TT7HEN  Chrift  to  judgment  iha!l  d 

VV        And  faint*  furround  their  Lord, 
lie  calls  the  nations  to  attend, 
J  hear  his  awful  word. 

2  "  Not  for  the  want  of  bullocks  flain, 

44   Will  1  the  world  reprove  ; 
"  Altars  and  rites,  and  forms  are  vain, 
Without  the  fire  of  love. 

3  ««  And  what  have  hypocrites  to  do, 

'•  To  bring  their  facrifce  ? 
14  They  call  my  flatutes  juft  and  true, 
M  But  deal  in  theft  and  lies. 

4  ■•  Could  you  expect  to  'fcape  my  fight, 

**  And  fin  without  controul  ? 
'*  But  I  mill  bring  your  crimes  to  light, 
*'  With  anguim  in  your  foul." 

c  Confider  ye  that  flight  the  Lord, 
Before  his  wrath  appear  ;        \ 
Tf  once  you  fall  beneath  his  fword, 
There's  no  deliv'rer  there. 

PSALM     L.      Third  Pmrt.     Long  Metre. 
Hypocrify  expo/cd. 

i    r  |"^  HE  Lord  the  Judge,  his  churches  warns; 
J_        Let  hypocrites  attend  and  fear, 
Who  place  their  hopes  in  rites  and  forms, 
But  make  not  faith  norlovc  their  care. 

2     Vile  wretches  dare  rehearfe  his  name 
With  lips  of  falfhsod  and  deceit  ; 
A  friend  or  brother  to  defdiv.   , 
And  footh  and  flatter  theft  they  hate. 

1   ttah  to  do  their  neighbours  \\ 
u  feck  their  Maker'*  face  ; 


PSA  h  M      Lv  99 

They  take  his  cov'nant  en  their  tongue, 
But  break  his  laws,  abufe  his  grace. 

4  To  heaven  they  lift  iheir  hands  unclean, 
Defil'd  with  lull,  defil'd  with  blood  ; 
By  night  they  practice  every  fin,     - 

By  day  their  mouths  draw  near  to  God*, 

5  And  while  his  judgments  long  delay, 
They,  grow  fecure  and  fin  the  more  : 
They  think  he  fleeps  as  well  as  they. 
And  put  far  orf  the  dreadful  hour. 

6  O  dreadful -hour,  when  God  draws  ne<>? , 
And  fets  their  crimes  before  their  eye-  ~, 
His  wrath  their  guilty  fouls  mail  tear, 
And  no  deliverer  dare  to  rife. 

F  .3  A  L  M.     L.     To  a  new  Tune 
The  /aft  judgment*  . , 

1    rpHE    Lord,    the     fov'reign,    fends    h- 
j^  fummons  forth. 

Calls  the  South  nations,  and  awakes  the  ffhrth  i 
From  Eaft  to  Weft  the  founding    orders    fpread, 
Thro'  dift&nt  \Vorlds,  and  regions  of  the   dead  : 
.No  irwe  {hall  atheifts  mock  his  long  delay ; 
His  vengeance  fleeps  no  more  j  behold  the  day! 

z  Behold  the  judge    defcends  ;    his    guards   ar^ 

[nigh  i 
Tempeft  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  Iky  ; 
Heav'n,  earth,  and  hell  draw  near  ;  lei  all  things 

[come. 
To  hear  his  juftice,  and  the  finners  doom  ; 
But  gather  full  my  faints(the  Judge   commands) 
Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  diilint  lands. 
%  Behold  my  cov'nant  Hands  forever  good*, 
Seal'd  by  th' eternal  Sacrifice  in  blood,  [JM&, 
\nd  fign'd  witk  all  their  names  ;  the  Greek,  tlis 
That  paid  the  ancient-worfhip,  or  the  n£sv. 


,0©  PSALM    L, 

There's  no  diftinclion  here  ;  come  Spread    their 

[thrones, 
And  near  me  feat  my  fav'rites  and  my  fons. 

4  I,  their  almighty  Saviour  and  their  God, 

I  am  their  Judge  :  ye  heav'ns  proclaim  abroad 

My  jnft  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 

Thofe  awful  truths  that  finners  dread  to    heir  ; 

Sinners  in  S:on,  tremble  and  retire  ; 

I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire. 

c  Not  for  the  want  of  goats   or    bullocks    /lain 
l)o  I  condemn  thee  :  bulls  and  goats  are  vain 
Without  th*  flimes  of  love  :  in  vain  the  ftore 
OfbrtittU  oir  rings  that  were  mine  before  ; 
Mine  are  the  tamer  beads  and  favage  breed, 
flocks,     herd*,     and   fields,  and  fbrefts  where 

[they  feed. 

6  If  I  were  hungry,  would  T  aflc  thee  food  ? 
When  did  I  thrift,  or  drink  thy  bullocks  blood.* 
Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
Thy  folemn  chatt'rings  and  fantaftick  vows  f 
Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  veftmetts  to    behold, 
Glaring  in  genii,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  i 

[to   pleafe 

7  Unthinking  wretch  !  how  could'ft    thou  hope 
A  Gid,  a  Spirit., svuh  fa:h  toys  as  thefe  ? 
While  with  my  grace  and  rtarutes  on  thy  rongue 
Thou  lov'ft  deceit,  and  doft  thy  brother  wrong  ; 
Tn  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends, 
Thieves  and  adulr/rcrs  are  thy  chofen  friends. 

3  Silent  1  waited  with  long-fufFring  love, 
But  didil  thou  hope  that  I  tiiDuld  ne  er  reprove  ? 
And  cterifh  fuch  an  impio-rs  though:  within. 
That  vjj  J  the  righteous  would  indulge    thy 
Behold  my  terrors  now  ;  my  thanicrs  roll, 
And  thy  own  crime* 


PSALM     L,  10* 

9  Sinners  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools  he  wife  ; 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife  ;. 
Change    your-  vain     thoughts,    your    crocked 
(ways  amend  ; 
Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend, 
Left  Hke  a  lion  his  lait  vengeance  tear 
Your  trembring  fouls,  and  no  deliv'rer  near.  . 

PSALM     L.     To  the  old  proper  Tune. 
The  /aft  Judgment. 

i    'TT^HE  God  of  Glory  fends    his   fumrnons 
1  (bah  ; 

Calls  the  South  nations  and  awakes  the  North  ; 
From  Eaft  to  Weft,  the  fov'reign   orders    fpread, 
Thro'  diilant  worlds,  and  regions  of  the  dead. 
The    trumpet  founds  ;    hell      trembles  ;    hea<v*n 

(rejoices  ; 
Lift  ,  up  your   heads,    ye  faints,    ivzth    chearfui 

{■voiefs. 

2'  too*  more  mail  atheifts  mock  his  long  delay,- 
His  vengeance  fleeps  no  more  ;  behold  the  day  1 
Behold  the  judge  defcen&s,  his  guards  are  nigh  ; 
Temped  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  fky, 
When  God  appears,  all  nature  ft>all  \ adore    him  z 
While finners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him, 

3  "  Heav'n,    earth,  and  hell  draw  near  ;    let 

(all  things  come 
"  To  hear,  my  juP. ice  and  the  ftnner's  doom  \ 
M  Rut  gather  .firft   my  faints    the  Judge    ccm- 
'  '  (raands; 

"  Bring  t!*em  ye  "angels'  from  their  aidant  lands. 
When  Chrift  returns,  wake  ev*ry  chearfui  paftion, 
•  And 'f/jout  ye  faints,  he  <ometfor  your  ftl-v.i;  f 

4  '    Behohrrrry  covenant  Hands  for  ever    croa 
*'  Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  facrihVe  tri  Moml, 


jo2         PSALM     L. 

"  And  fign'd  with  all  their  names  ;  the  Greet* 

[the  Jeiu% 
■•'  That  paid  the  ancient  worOiip,  or   the-  new. 
there's  m  dijiin&ion  here,  join  all  your  >voicest 
And  raife  ysur    heads,   ye   faints,  for    bta'v'n 

\rejoices. 

5  "  Here,  (faith  the  Lord)    ye  angels    fpread 

[their  thrones, 
11  And  near  me  feat  ray  favourites  and  my  fons, 
"  Come,  my  redeem/d,  poflefs  the  joy  prepar'd, 
"  E'er  time  began  ;  'tis  your  divine  reward. 
When  Chrift  returns,  nxiakeenSry  ehearful  pajjion, 
£nd fbout  ye  faints,  he  comes  for  your  fai 'va!: 'cs. 

Pause     the  firft. 

6  u  I  am  the  Saviour,  I  th'  Almighty  God, 
'•  I  am  the  Judge,  ye  heav'ns  proclaim  abroad 
'«"  My  nut  eternal  femen.ee,.  and  declare 

**  Thofe  awful  truths  that  finners  dread  to  hear 
:  n  God  appears  all  nature  Jball  adore  him  ; 
.  ilefinners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him- 

7  •«  igtand    forji,.  thou  bold  blafphemer,    anal 

[profane, 
Si  Now  /eel  my  wrath,  nor  calrmy  threat'nings 

[vain  ; 
"  Thou  Jjypocrite^  once  c\?ft  in  faints  attire, 
"  I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  lire. 

ment  proceeds  ;  be  ft  trembles  ;  beanin  rtj vices  . 
up  your  beads,  ye  faint!,  with  cbearful  voices 

8  "  Not  for.  the  warn  of  gotf s,  or  bullock*  j|jm 
'.*  Do  I  condemn  thee  ;  bulls  and  goats  are  i 

•  itKout  the  flames  of  love  ;  in;  yaw  the  ft©re 
**  Or  brutal  ofFrings.  that   wcte   mine  before  ■ 


PSALM     L.         ioj 

Earth  is  the  Lord's,  old  nature  Jhall  adore    him  : 
While  fi.nners  tremble,  jaints  rejoice  before  him, 

9  li  If  I  were  hungry  would  I  afk  thee  food  ? 
ft  When  did  I  thrift  or  drink  thy  bullocks  blood  ? 
"  Mine  are  the  tamer  beafts  and    favage  breeds 
".Flotks,  herds,,  and    fields,,    and  forefts   where 

[they  feed. 
Ml  is  the  ford's,  he  rules  the  wide  creation  ;     > 
Gives  Jhmers  vengeance,  and  the  faints Jalvation. 


"  Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 
God  is  the  judge  of  hearts;  :  no  fair  difguifes 
Can  fcreen  the  guilty  when  his  vengeance  rifes* 

P  a  u  s  e    the  fecond. 
• 
u  "  Unthinking  wretch  !   how  could'ft    thou 
(hope  to  pleafe 
"  A  God,  a  fpirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  xhefe  ;  i 
"  While  with   my  grace    and   ftatutes   pn    thy 

(tongue, 
u<  Thou   lov'ft   deceit,   and   doft  thy    brodie* 

(wrong ; 
Judgment   proceeds  ;    hell  trembles  ;,  heaven    re- 

Cjoicm  ; 
Lift  up    your,     heads ;  ye  faints,  with.'    chearful 

(voices, 
12  "  In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends-, 
M  Thieves  and  aduk'rers  are  thy  chofen  friends  ; 
"  While :  the  falfe  flatt'rer  at  my  altar  wa!»V 
*'  Htsjterderi'd  foul  divine  in&ru&ion  hates. 
God  is  $e  judge  of  hearts  ;  no  fair  difguifes 
Can  fereen.  the  guilty  when  his  vengeance  rifes. 

*3  "  Silent  I  waited'  with  long-fuff'riag  tevef 
*  ftut  d-idft  thau  hope  that  I  (hculd  neVrreprov* '? 


104         PSALM     L. 

"  And  cherifh  fuch  an  impious  thought  with.'n, 
M  That   the  all-holy  would  indulge  thy  fin  ? 
See  Cod  appears,  all  nature  jcins  (*  adcre  %im, 
Judgment  proceeds ,  and.fnners  fall  Sefon 

14  "  Behold  my  terrors  row  ;  my  thum5 

M  And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul : 
«'   Now  like  a  lion  mall  my  vengeance  I 
•*    Thy  bleeding  heart,  and  no  deliv'rer  near." 
Judgment  conclude: ;    btll  trembles  ;     heavn    re- 
Lift  up  your  beads  y    ye   faints,     icitb    ebearful 

voices. 

Epiphonema. 

15  Sinners  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools  be  wife  ; 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife, 
Change     your    vain      thoughts,    your    crooked 

(works  amend, 
Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend. 
Then  jctv,  ye  faints,  <wake  enPry  cbiarful  pajjion  ; 
When  Chrijl  returns,  be  comes for  your  falvtAion. 

PSALM    LI.     Tirft  Part.     Long  Metre* 
A  Pfnitent  pleading  for  pardon. 

1    Q  HEW  pity,  Lord  ;  O  Lord,  forgive, 
l3   Let  a  repenting  rebel  live ; 
Are  net  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  finner  trufl  in  thee  ? 

x  My  crimes  are  great,  but  not  .furpaf, 
The  pow'r  and  glory  of  thy  grace  : 
Great  God  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pardoning  grace  be  found. 

3  O  warn  my  foul  from  ev'ry  fin, 
And  make  my  guilty  confeience  clean  . 
Here  on  my  heart  my  burden  lies, 
And  paft  offence  pain,  mine  eyts. 


PSALM    LI.  105 

4  My  lips  with  fhame  my  firfi  confefa 
Again  it  thy, law  againit  thy  grace  : 
Lord  fliould  thy  judgment  grow  fevere, 
I  am  condemn 'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  fudden  vengeance  feize  my  breath, 
I  muft  pronounce  thee  juft  in  death  : 
And  if  my  foul  were  fent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous-  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  fave  a  trembling  finner  Lbrd, 
Whofe  hope  (till  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  io me  fweet  promife  there, 
Some  fure  fupport  again  ft  defpaw-. 

PSALM  LI.    Second  Part.    Long  Metre* 
Original  and  attual  fin  confejfed. 

1  T     ORD,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  fin, 
I    J   And  born  unholy  and  unclean, 

Sprung  from  the  man  whofe  guilty  faJt 
Corrupts  his  race  and  taints  us  all . 

2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
The  feeds  of  fin  grow  up  for  death    ; 
Thy  law  demands  a  perfect  heart, 
But  we're  dehTd  in  ev'iy  part. 

[3  Great  God,  create  my  heart  anew, 
And  form  my  fpirit  pure  and  true  ; 
O.  make  me  wife  betimes  to  fpy  . 
My  danger,  and  my  remedy.] 

4  Behold   I  fall  before  thy  face  ; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  ; 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean,; 
The  leprofy  lies  deep  within. 

5  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beaft, 

Nor  hyflbp  branch,  nor  fprinKiing  priefi;    . 
Nor  runniag  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  fea, 
Can  waft  the  difmal  iUin  away. 


io6  PS'AL  M    LI. 

f  Jefus  my  God,  thy  blood  alone, 

Hatb  power  fufficient  to  atone  ; 

Thy^blcoJ  can  make  me  white  as  fnow  ; 

No  Jtwfa  types  cculd  cleanfe  me  fo. 
7. While  guilrdifturBs  and  breaks  my  peace,   • 

Norflefli,  nor  foul,  hath  reft  or  afe, 

Lord  let  me  hear  ihy  pard'ning  voice, 

And  make  my  broken  bones  rejoice. 
PSALM    LI.     Third  Pan.     Long  Metre, 

The    backjlider    reficred  ;  or,    Repentance   and 
faith  in  the  bleed  cf  Chrilt. 

1  /^~\  Thou  that  hear'il  when  finnars  cry, 
V_^/  Tho5  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie. 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 

But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  foul  averfe  to  fin  ; 
Let  "thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  deparr, 
Nor  hide  thy  prefence  from  my  hearr. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 

Cad  out  and  banilVd  from  thy  iigh:  : 
Thine  holy  joys  my  God,  reftore  ; 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4.  Tho'  I  have  griev'd  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
His  help  and  comfort  (till  afford  : 
And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  thron.\ 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

5  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  facrirke  I  bring  ; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  defpiic 
A  broken  heart  for  (acrifice. 

6  My  foui  lies  humbled  in  the  duft, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  fentence  jult  ; 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  ey. 
And  fave  the  foul  condemn'd  w 


PSALM    LI.  107 

Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways  ; 
Sinners  (hall  learn  thy  fov'reign  grace  ; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  fliall  praife  a  pard'ning  God. 

0  may  thy  love;  infpire  my  tongue  ! 
Salvation  mail  be  all  my  fong  ; 
.And  all  my  pow'rs  fhall  join  to  blcfs 
The  Lord  my  ftrength  and  righteoufnefs. 

F  S  A  L  M     LI.     3  —  1 3.     Firfi  Part. 

Common  Metre. 
'iginal  and  aflual  Jin  confejjed  and  pardoned,. 

LORD,  I  would  fpread  my  fore  diflrefs 
And  guilt  before  thine  eyes  ; 
Againft  thy  laws,  againft  thy  grace 
How  high  my  crimes  arife  ! 

Should* ft  thou  condemn  my  foul  to  hell, 

And  crufh  my  fiefh  to  dull, 
Heav'n  would  approve  thy  vengeance  well;, 

And  earth  mult  own  it  juft. 

1  from  the  flock  of  Adam  came, 

Unholy  and  unclean  5 
All  my  original  is  fhame, 
And  all  my   nature    fin. 

3orn  in  the  world  of  guilt,  I  drew 

I    Contagion  with  my  breatli", 
Vnd  as  my  days  advane'd  f  grew 
A  jufter  prey  for  death. 
)leanfe  me,  O  Lord,  and  chear  my  foul 

With  thy  forgiving  love  ; 
>  make  my  broken  fpirit  whole. 
And  bid  my  pains  remove. 

st  not  thy  fpirit  quite  depart, 

Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face  ; 
reate  anew  my  vicious  heart, 

And  fill  it  with  thy  grace. 


icS  PSALM     LI. 

7  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  known 
Before  the  Tons  of  men  ; 
Backflidersihall  addrefs  thy  throne, 
And  turn  to  God  again. 

PSALM     LI.      14. ,7.     Second  Part. 

Common  Metre. 

Repentance  and  faith  in  the  blood  of  Cbri/I. 

1   (~\  GOD  of  mercy  hear  my  call, 

V^/     My  load  of  guilt  remove, 

Break  down  the  feparating  wall, 

That  bars  me  from  thy  love. 

z  Give  me  the  prefence  of  thy  grace, 
Then  my  rejoicing  tongue  • 
Shall  fpeak  aloud  thy  righteoufnefs, 
And  make  thy  praife  my  fong. 

3  No  blood  of  goats  nor  heifers  flain 

For  fin  could  e'er  atone  ; 
The  death  of  Chriit  mall  flill  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  foul  opprelt  with  fin's  defert, 

My  God  will  ne'er  defpife  ; 
A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart, 
L>  our  belt  facrifice. 

PSALM     LIII.     4 6. 

Viclory  and  deliverance  f rem  perfection. 

1  A    RE  all  the  foes  of  Sion  fools, 
f\     Who  thus  devour  her  faints  ? 
Do  they  not  know  her  Saviour  rules, 

And  pities  her  complaints  ? 

2  They  mall  be  feiz'd  with  fad  furprife  . 

For  God's  revenging  arm 

ers  the  bones  of  them  that  rife 
To  do  his  children  harm. 
a  In  vain  the  fens  of  fatan  bcafr 
Of  armies  in  am 


BSA1  M    LV.  .i«9 

When  God  has  firfl:  defpiy'd  their  holt, 

They  fall  an  eafy  prey. 
4  O  for  a  word  from  Ston's  King 

Her  captives  to  reftore  ; 
Jacob  with  all  his  tribes  mall  ling, 

And  Jndah  weep  no  more. 

PSALM    LV.     i—8,   16,  1.7,  18,  zz. 

Common  Metre. 
Support  for  the  afflicled  and  tempted  fouL 

1  /^\   GOD,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries, 
V_y   Behold  my  flowing  tears, 

For  earth  and  hell  my  hurt  devife, 
And  triumph  in  my  fears. 

2  Their  rage  is  level'd  at  my  life, 

My  foul  wifh  guilt  they  load, 
And  fill  my  thoughts  with  inward  itrife 
To  make  my  hope  in  God. 

j  With  inward  prin  my  heart- ft rings  found, 
I  groan  with  every  breath  : 
Horror  and  fear  befet  me  round 

Among  the  (hades  of  death.  * 

.  O  were  I  like  a  feather'd  dove, 

And  innocence  had  wings  ; 
I'd  fly  and  make  a  long  remove 

From  all  thefe  re'ftlefs  things. 
Let  me  to  fome  wild  defart  go, 

And  find  a  peaceful  home  ; 
Where  ftorms  of  malice  never  blow,, 

Temptations  never  come. 

Vain  Hopes  and  vain  inventions  all, 

To  'fcape  the  rage  of  hell  ! 
The  mighty  God,  on  whom  I  caH, 

Cai  fave  me  here  as  well. 
K 


no  P  S  A  L  M     LV. 

Y     A     V     5     I- 

7  By  mehung-light  1*12  u- 
As  noon  repeat  my  cry, 
The  night  fhall  hear  me  :.fk  his  grace, 
Nor  will  he  long  deny. 
«   God  fliall  preferve  my  foul  from  fear 
Or  fnieiu  me  when    afraid  : 
Ten  thoufand  angels  rm'lt  appear* 
he  commindi  their  aid. 

9  I  cad  my  burden,  on  the  Lord, 
Lord  luiuins  them  all;; 
My 'courage  rafts  upon  his  word, 
That  I 
io  My  higheft  hopes  fhall  not  be  vain. 
My  lips  lk:.  j  raife  ; 

While  cruel  and  deceitful 'men 
Scarce  live  out  half  their  days. 

PSALM    LV.     ic.  16,  17,   19, 
Short   Metre. 

Dangerous  r 

coura 

1    "I"      ET  Tinners  take  their  courfe, 
\    j      And  cbu  death  ; 

Eu:  in  the  worihip  cf  my  God 
I'll  fpend  my  Hail 

ien  morning  bi  -'■'.:  j 

noon, 

3  Thcu  wilt  regard  my  a 

O  my  eternal  Gcd  ; 
While  finners  peri  in  in  fd 

th  thine  angry  rod. 

And  no  Lad  changes  feci  ? 


PSA  L  M    LVI.  in 

rhev  neither  fear  ncr  truit  thy  name. 
Nor  learn  xo  do  thy  will. 

;  But  I  with  all  my  care.% 

Will  lean  upon  the  Lord  ; 
I'll  calt  my  burdens  on  his  arm, 

And  reft  upon  his  word. 

5  His  arm  (hall  well  fuihin 

The  children  of  his  love  ; 
The  ground  on  which  their  fafety  iianc's 

No  earth-Iy  pow'r  can  move. 

P  S  A  L  M     LVI. 

"Deliverance  from  cpprej/ion  and  falfoood  ;  crt 
God's  care  of  bis  people  in  anj-wer  to  faith 
and  prayer* 

OTHOU  whofejuflice  reigns  on    high, 
And  makes    th'   oppreftbr  ceafe, 
Behold  how  envious  fmners  try 
To  vex  and  break  my  peace. 

z  The  foru>  ofvioier.ee  ?,nd  lies 
Join  to  devour  me,  Lord  ; 
Eut  as  my  hourly  dangers  rile, 
My  refuge  is  thy  word. 

3  In  God  moft  holy,  jail  and  true, 
I  have  repos'd  my  trull  ; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  flefh  can  doy 
The  offspring  of  the  duft. 

}  They  wreft  my  words  to  mifchief  ftiK 
Charge  me  with  unknown  faults  ; 
jYiifchief'doth  all  theJr  counfeTs  nil, 
And  malice  all  their  thoughts. 

Shall  they  efcape  without  thy  frown  ? 

Muft  their  devices  ttand  ? 
O  cad  the  haughty  firmer  down. 

And  tet  him  know  thy  "h,an£. 


ii2  A'L  M     LVII. 

Pause. 

6  God  counts  the  forrows  of  his  faint:, 
Their  groans  affect  hi:  ( 
Thou  haft  a  book  for  my  complaints, 
A  bottle  for  my  tear:. 

•i  to  thy  throne  I  raife  my  cry, 
The  wicked  f;ar  and  flee  j 
So  fwift  is  pray'r  to  reach  the  flcy, 
So  near  is  God  to  me. 
S  In  thee,  mod  holy,  juft  and  true, 
I  have  repos'd  my  trufl  ; 
Nor  nil!  1  fear  what  man  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  dull. 

9  Thy  folemn  vows  arc  on  me,  Lord, 
Thou  fh  i!t  receive  my  praife  ; 
C'Jl  fiug,  lh~ 'j  faithful  is  thy  word  ; 
H-.-jj  righteoi  ■•■>  ! 

io  Thou  baft  fecur'd  ir.y  foul  from  death, 
!ree  ! 
hear:  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath, 
May   be  employ 'd  for  thee. 

PSALM    LVII. 
Praife  for  proteSion^  grace  and  truth. 
i   \  TY  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings 
[VI  Of  boundlefs  love  and  grace  unknown, 
Hide  me  beneath  thy  fpreading  win^:, 
'Till  :«he  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 
Z  Up  to  the  lieav'ns  \  fend  my  cry, 
The  Lord  will  my  defires  perforin  ; 
He  fends  his  angels  from  the  flcv, 
And  faves  me  from  the  threat'ning  ftornu 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 
Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell  ; 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
Aral  1™J  to  lan(l  t!iy  NVOn^ers  te^* 


P  S  A L  M    LVnt  Hi 

4  My  heart  is  fix'd  ;  my  fong  Jhall  rails 
Immortal  honors  to  thy  name  ; 
Awake  my  tongue,  to  found  his  praife* 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame, 

5  High  o'er  the  earth,  his  mercy  reigns. 
And  reaches  to  the  ^trrroft  fky  ; 

His  truth  to  endlefs  Wears  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  aiilblve  and  die. 

6  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

PSALM    LV1II.     As  theujthPfa!*, 
Warning  to  Mag: Ji  rates. 

1  TUDGES,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws, 
*     J      WiU  ye  defpifc  the  righteous  caufc, 

When  rii'.rnjur'd  poor  before    you  tfands  ? 
Dare  ye  condemn  the  righteous  poor,  t 
And  let  rich  fmners  'fcape  fecure, 

While  gold  and  greatnefs  bribe  your  hand;\ 

2  'Have  ye  forgot,  or  never  knew 
That  God  will  judge  the  judges  too  ? 

High  in    the  heav'ns  his  ju'lice  reigns,   - 
Yet  you  invade  the  rights  of  God  ; 
And  fend  .your  bold  decrees  abroad 

To  bind  the  confeience  in  your  chair. 

3  A  poifon'd  arrow  is  your  tongue, 
The  arrow  fharpr  the  poilbn  ftrong, 

And  death  attends  where  e'er  it  wounds  : 
You  hear  no  counfeis,  cries  or  tears  ; 
So  the  deaf  adder  Hops  her  ears 

Agaiiift  the  pow'r  of  charming  founds. 

\  Break  ojt  their  teed),  eternal  God, 
Thofe  teeth  of  lions  dy'd  in  blood   ; 
And  cruih  the  fcrpents  in  the  duil  : 
&  a 


1 14        PSALM     LX. 

As  empty  chaff  when  whirlwinds  rife, 
Before  the  fweeping  ternpeft  flies, 
So    let  their  hopes  and  names  be  lo'! 

5  Th'  Almighty  thunders  from  the  flcy, 

grandeur  melts,  their  title*  die, 
As  hills  of  mow  diflblre  and  run, 

Or  fnaite'that  perifh  in  their  flime  ! 

Or  birchs  that  come  before  their  time, 
Vain  births  that  never  fee  the   fun. 

6  Thus  fhall  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord 
Safety  and  joy  to  faints  afford  ; 

And  all  that  hear  fliall  join  and  fay, 
"  Sure  there'*  a  God  that  rules  on  high, 
"  A  God  that  hears  his  children  cry, 

"  And  will  their  fuff'rings  well  repay. 

PSALM     LX.     i 5.    10 12. 

On  a  day  of  humiliation  for  dif appointments 
in  War. 

i    T     OR*D,  haft  thsu  caft  the  nation  off   ? 
I    j     Mull  we  for  ever  mourn  ? 
Wilt  thou  indulge  immortal  wrath  > 
Shall  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 
1  The  terror  of  one  frown  of  thine 
Melts  all  our    ftrength  away  ; 
Like  men  that  totter,  drunk  with  wine, 
We  tremble  in  diimay. 

3  Great  Britain  (hakes  beneath  thy  ftroke, 

And  dread?  thy  thrcat'ning  hand  ; 
O  heal  the  iftand  thou  haft  broke* 
Confirm  the  wav'ring  land. 

4  Lift  up  a  banner  in  the  field, 

For  thofe  that  fear  thy  name  : 
Save  thy  beloved  with  thy  (hi. 
A  1 1  pic  rxi  fr  es  :o  flume. 


PSALM    LXI.        115 

5  Go  with   our  armies  to  the  fight 

Like  a  confed'rate  God  : 
la  vain  confed'rate  powers  unite 
Again  il  thy  lifted  rod. 

6  Our  troops  mall  gain  a  wide  renown 

By  thine  aflifting  hand  ; 
'Tis  Goi  that  treads  the  mighty  down, 
And  makes  the  feeble  fland. 

P  S   A  L  M    LXI.     1 6. 

Safety  in  God, 

1  WJ  HEN  overwhelm'd  with  grief, 
VV      My  heart  within  me  dies, 

Helplef*  and  far  from  all  relief, 
To  heav'n  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

z  O  lead  me  to  the  rock 

That's  high  above  my  head. 
And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  fhelter  and  my  made. 

Within  jhy  prefence,  Lord, 

For  ever  I'll  abide  ; 
Thou  art  the  tow'r  of  my  defence, 

The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

.  4  Thou  giveil  me  the  lot 

Of  thofe  that  fear  thy  name  ; 
If  endlefs  life  be  their  reward, 
I  fhall  pofTefs  the  fame. 

-PSALM     LXII.     5U.  12. 

No  trjiji   in  the  creatures  ;  or ',  Faith  in   dmint 
grace  and po<vjer. 
\    11  M  Y    fpirit    coks  to  God  alone  ; 
iVl.   My  rock  and  refuge  is  his  throne  ; 
In  all    my  fears,  in  all  my  ftraits, 
My  foul  on  his  falvation  waits. 

2  Trulthim,  ye  fain*s.  in  all  your  ways, 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face  1 


n6         V  S  A  L  M    LXIII. 

"When  helpers  fait,  ?nd  foes  invade, 
God  is  our  all-fufficient  zfid. 

3  Falie  are  the  men  of  high  degree, 
The  b:ifer  fort  are  vanity  ; 

Liid  in  the  balance  both  appear, 
.Light  as  a  puff  of  empty  air. 

4  Make  not  increafing  gold  your  truft, 
Nor  fet  your  heart   en  gliti'ring  dull ; 
Why  will  you  grafp  the  fleeting  fmolce. 
And  not  believe  what  God  has  fpoke  ? 

5  Once  has  his  awful  voice  declared, 
Once  and  again  my  ears  have  heard, 
"  All   pow'r  is  his  eternal  due  ; 

"   He  muf;  be'fear'd  and  trulted  too." 

6  For  fov'rugn  pow'r  reigns  not  alone, 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne  : 
Thy  grace  and  justice,  mighty  Lord, 
Shall  well  divide  our  lair,  reward. 

PSALM  LXIII.   i,  2,  3,  4,  5.  Fir/8  Per:., 

Common  Metre. 

The  morning  of  a  Lord's  dej . 

i    TT*  ARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 
jj     1  halte  *o  feek  thy  face  ; 

Mv  thirfty  fpirit  fainrs  away, 
Without  thy  chearing  grace. 

2  So  pilgcims  on  the  fcorching,fand 
ath  a  burning  &y, 
Long  for  a  cooling  ihcam  at  hand, 
And  they  mull  drink  or  die. 

l:cn  thy  gJory  and  thy  pow'r 
Thro'  all  thy  temple  mine  ; 
My  God,  repeat  that  heav'nfy  hour, 
...    i  fo  divide. 


PSALM     LXIII.  117 

4  Not  all  the  bleffir.gs  of  a  feaft 

Can  pleafe  my  foul  fo  well, 

As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  tafte, 

And  in  thy  prefence  dwell. 

5  Not  life  itfelf,  with  all  her  joys, 

Can  my  beft  paffions  move, 
Or  raife  fo  high  my  chearfal  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

6  Thus  'till  my  ialr.  expiring  day, 

I'll  blefs  my  God  and  King  ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  fing. 

PSALM     LXIII.     6 10.  Second  Part. 

Common  Metre. 
Midnight  thoughts  recolkfled. 

I   ,'''I,'lWA4  in  the  watches  of  the  night 
J_        I  thought  upon  thy  pow'r  ; 
I  kept  thy  lovely  face  in  fight 
Amidlt  the  darker*  hcur. 

1  My  flefh  lay  resting  on  my  bed, 
My  foul  arofe  on  high  ; 
My  God,  my  Life,  my  Hope,  I  faid, 
Bring  thy  falrvation  nigh. 

3   My  fpirit  labours  tip  thine  hill, 
And  climbs  the  heav'nly  road  : 
But  thy  right-hand  upholds  me  ill!;, 
While  I  purfue  my  God. 

4.  Thy  mercy  ftretches  o'er  my  head 
The  fhadow  of  thy  wings  ; 
My  heart  rejoices  in    thine  aid, 
My  tongue  awakes  and  £ng3. 
;  Beit  the  deftroyers  of  my  peace 
Shall  fret  and  rage  in  vain  : 
The  tempter  fhall  forever  ceafe, 
And  all  my  fins  be  (lain. 


JiS  P  S  A  L  M  LXIII. 

fword  (hail  give  my  foes  to  death, 
Lnd  fend  them  down  to  dwell,  . 
h)  the  darl:  caverns  of  the  earth, 
Or  to  the  depths  of  hell. 
PSALM     LXIII.     Long  Metre. 
Longing  after  G«d  ;  or,  the  love  c/God  better 
than  life. 

1  (~^  RKAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 
V_JT  Thou  art  my  Hope,  my  Joy,  my  R*i\  ; 
The  glories  that  compofe  thy  name 

Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  blcft. 

2  Thou  Great  and  Good,  thou  Juf>,  and  Wife, 
\  Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God  ; 

And  I  am  thine  by  facred  ties  ; 

Thy  fan,  thy  fcrvant,  bought  with  blood, 

3  My  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 
For  thee  I  lor.g,    to  thee  I  look, 

As  travellers  in    thirily  lands, 
Van:  for  the  cooling  water- brook. 

4  With  early  feet  I  love  t'  appear 
Among  thy  faints,  and  feek  thy  face  ; 
Of:  have  I  feen  thy  glory  there, 

And  felt  the  pow'r  of  Sov'reign  grace. 

5  Not  fruits  nor  wines  that  tempt  our  tads, 
Nor  all  the  joys  our  fenfes  know, 
Could  make  me  fo  divinely  blell, 

Or  raife  my  chcarful  paiTion  lb. 

6  My  lift-  itfelf  without  thy  lore, 
No  tafte  of  pleafure  coulol  afford  ; 
'Twou'.d  but  a  tirrfome  burden  prove, 
If  I  were  baniiYd  from  ihe  Loid. 

iWft  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
When  bufy  ca/es  afllict  my  head, 
One  thought  of  thee  gives  new  d$lig 

j  aids  refrefiuaefli  to  my  bed. 


P  3  A  L  M    LXIIL         m9 

£  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raife  my  voice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praife  ; 
This  work  mall  make  my  heart  rejoice,. 
And  fpend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

P  S  A  L  M     LXIIL     Short  Metre. 
Seeking  God. 

,  Ti  yCY  God,  permit  my  tongue 
j_VjL    This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine  : 

And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  tafte  thy  love  divine. 

2  My  thirfty  fainting  foul 
Thy  mercy  does  implore  : 

Not  travellers  in  defert  lands 
Can  pant  for  water  more. 

3  Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 
I  long  to  find  my  place, 

Thy  povv'r  and  glory  to  behold, 

And  feel  thy  quiokning  grace. 

For  life  without  thy  love 

No  relifh  can  afford  ; 
No  joy  can  be  compar'd  with  this, 

To  ferve  and  pleafe  the  Lord. 

5  To  thee  I'll  lift  my  hands, 

And  praife  thee  while  I  live  ; 
Not  all  the   dainties  of  a  feaft 

Such  food  or  pleafure  give. 

In  wakeful  hours  of  night, 

I  call  my  God  to  mind  .; 
think  how  wife  thy  coun fels  are, 

And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 

Since  thou  haft  been  my  help. 
To  thee  my  fpirit  flies, 
\nd  on  thy  watchful  providence 
My  chearful  hope  relie?. 


i2o  PSALM     LXV. 

8  The  fhadow  of  thy  wings 
My  foul  in  fafetv  keeps ! 
I  follow  where  my  Father  lea 
And  he  fupports  my  fteps. 

PSALM     LXV.   i 5.    Firjl  Part. 

Long  Metre. 
Public  prayer  and prai/e. 

1  HT^  HE  praife  of  Sion  waits  for  thee, 

X    My  God  ;  and  praife  becomes  thy  houfe, 
There  mall  thy  faints  thy  gjorv  fee, 
And  there  perforn;  heir  public  vows. 

2  O  thou,  whofe  mercy  bends  the  ikies, 
To  fave  when  humble  finners  pray, 
All  lands  to  thee  mail  lift  their  eyes, 
And  iilands  of  the  Northern  fea. 

3  Againft  my  will  my  fins  prevail,  * 
But  grace  mall  purge  away  their  ftain  ; 
The  blood  of  Chrift  will  never  fail 
To  warn  my  garments  white  again. 

4  Bleft  is  the  man  whom  thou  flult  chufe 
And  give  him  kind  accefs  to  thee  ; 
Give  him  a  place  within  thy  houfe, 
To  tafte  thy  love  divinely  free. 

Pause. 

5  Let  Babel  fear  when  Sion    pr?ys  ; 
Babel,  prepare  for  long  diftrefs, 
When  Sion\  God  himfe! 

In  terror  and  in  righteoufnef-. 

6  With  dreadful  glory  God  fu!i 
What  his  affli&cd  iaints  requ 
And  with  almighty  wrath  re< 
His  love  to  give  his  churches  reft. 

-  Then  lhr.!l  rhe  flocking  nations  run, 
To  Siat't  hill  and  own  their  Lord  ; 


PSALM    LXV.  121 

The  rifing  and  the  fetting  fun 
Shall  fee  the  Saviour's  name  ador'd. 

V  S  A  L  M     LXV.     5 13.     Second  Part. 

Long  Metre. 

Divine  providence  in  air,  earth  and  fea  ;  or, 

the  God  of  Nature  and  Grace, 

1  rr^HE  God  of  our  falvation  hears 

I       The  groans  of  Sion  mix'd  with  tears ; 
Yet  when  he  comes  with  kind  defigns, 
Through  all  the  way  his  terror  mine*. 

2  On  him  the  race  of  man. depends, 
Far  as  the  earth's  renvoteft  ends, 
Where  the  Creator's  name  is  known 
By  nature's  feeble  light  alone. 

3  Sailers  that  travel  o'er  the  flood, 
Addrefs  their  frighted  fouls  to  God, 
When  tempefts  rage,  and  billows  roac< 
A  dreadful  diftance  from  the  more. 

4  He  bids  the  noify  temped  eeafe, 

He  calms  the  raging  crowd  to  peace, 
When  a  tumult'ous  nation  raves* 
Wild  as  the  winds,  and  loud  as  waves. 

5  Whole  kingdoms  fliaken  by  the  ftorm, 
He  fettles  in  a  peaceful  form  ; 
Mountains  eftablkh'd  by  his  hand, 
Firm  on  their  old  foundation  Hand. 

5  Behold  his  enfigns  fvvecp  the  fky, 

New  comets  blaze,  and  lightnings  flyr 
The  Heathen  lands  with  fwift  farprife, 
From  the  fright  horrors  turn  their  eyes 

At  his  command  the  morning  ray 
Smiles  in  the  £afix  and  leads  the  day  ; 
He  guides  the  fun's  declining  wheels 
Over  the  tops  of  Wefiern  hilk. 
L 


122  P  8  A  L  M     LXV. 

S  Seafons  and   ;imcs  obey  his  voice  ; 
The  ev'ning  and  the  morn  rejoice 
To  fee  the  rarth  made  foft  wifn  fhow'rs, 
Laden  with  iruit  and  dreA  in  flow'rs. 

9   'Tis  from  his  wat'rv  (lores  on  high, 
ives  the  thrilty  ground  iupply  ; 
He  wall^  upon  the  clouds,  and  thence 
Doth  his  enriching  drops  difpenfe. 

I©  The  defart  grows  a  fruitful  field, 
Abundant  fruit  the  vallies  yield  ; 
The  vallies  ihout  with  chearful  voice, 
And  neighboring  hills  repeat  their  joy*. 

j  I  The  paftures  fmile  in  green  array, 
Their  lambs  and  larger  cattle  play  ; 
The  larger  cattle  and  the  lamb, 
Each  in  his  language  fpeaks  thy  name. 

1 2  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  pow'r  divine  ; 
OVr  ev'ry   field  thy  glories  mine  ; 
Thro'  ev'ry  month  thy  gifts  appear  ; 
Great  God  !  thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 

PSALM     LXV.  Firft-Phrt.  Common    Mctr 

A  prayer-hearing  God,  and  the  Gentiles  c alii  J. 

i    -TJRAISE  waits  in  Sicn,  Lord,  for  thee, 
JL        There  (hall  our  vows  be  paid  : 
Thou  halt,  an  ear  when  iinner,  pr*;\ 
All  flcfli  mall  leek  thine  aid. 

2  Lord,  our  iniquities  prevail. 

But  pard'ning  grace  is  thine, 
And  thou  wilt  grant  us  powVand  flcill 
To  conquer  ev'ry  fin. 

3  r>lefs\l  are  the  men  whom  thou  (halt 

To  bring  them  near  thy  face, 
Give  thera  a  dwelling  in  thine  hou!>. 
To  fe 


PSALM    LXV.         i2„ 

4  In  anfw'ring  what  thy  church  requeft?, 
Thy  truth  and  terror  inine, 
And  works  of  dreadful  righteoufnefs 
Fulfil  thy  kind  defign. 

j  Thus  fhall  the  wond'ring  nations  fee 
The  Lord  is  good  and  juft  ; 
And  diftant  iflands  fly  to  thee, 
And  make  thy  name  their  trull. 

6  They  dread  thy  glitt'ring  tokens,  Lord, 

When  figns  in  heaven  appear  ; 
But  they  (hall  learn  thy  holy  word, 

And  love  as  well  as  fear. 
PSALM  LXV.  Second  Part.   Common  Metre. 

The  providence  of  God  in  air,  earth   and  ft  a  ; 

or,  The  blejfng  cf  rain. 
I  V  |  MS  by  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  ftand, 
X.        God  of  eternal  pow'r  ! 
The  fea  grows  calm  at  thy  command, 
And  tempefts  ceafe  to  roar. 

z  The  morning  light  and  ev'ning  fhade 
Succemve  comforts  bring  : 
Thy  plent'ous  fruits  make  harvefl  glad, 
Thy  flow'rs  adorn  the  fpring. 

-j  Seafons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours, 
Heav'n,  earth,  and  air  are  thine  ; 
When  clouds  diiiill  in  fruitful  fliow'rs, 
The  author  is  divine. 

4  Thofe  wand'ring  citterns  in  the  iky 

Borne  by  the  winds  around, 

With  wat'ry  treafures  well  fupply 

The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

5;  The  thinly  ridges  drink  their  fill, 
And  ranks  cf  corn  appear  : 
Thy  ways  abound  with  blefHngs  Mill, 
Thy  goodnefs  exowns  the  year. 


12^         PLALML. 

PSALM  IXV.    Third  Part.    Common   Metre 
The  blejjing   of  the  Spring  ;  or,  Gcd  givts    rain. 

A    Pfalm  tor  the  huibandman. 
i    f^  OOD  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  King* 
V_J"   Wko  makes  the  earth  his  care  ; 
Vifits  the  paffares  ev'ry  fpring, 
And  bids  the  grafs  appear.    ' 

The  clouds,  l!  'd  on  high, 

Pour 
Th  ;ir  z  flcy, 

TocheaV  the  thirfty-ls- .-  .    * 

•3  The :.:-.  •'  ij 

Permit  the  corn  to  frying  ; 

The  yailiea  rich  provision  yields 

And  the  poor  Jab'rers  fmg. 

»4  The  little  hi!h  on  ev'ry  fide 
Rejoice  at  falling  ftiDw'rs, 
The  meadows  drefl  in  all  their  pride. 
Perfume  the  air  with  flow'rs. 

c  The  oarren  cloJs  refrefh'd  with  rain, 
Promife  a  joyful  crop  ; 
The  parched  ground  looks  green  again. 
And  raife  the  reapers  hope. 

f  Th?  various  months  thy  goodnefs  crowns  ; 
How  bount'ous  are  thy  wayi  r 
The  bleatiag  flocks  fpkread  o'er  the  downs, 
.And  fhepherds  (hout  thy  praife. 

PSALM      LXVI.      Fir/}      Part. 

Governing  po-Ji'r  and giod*:fs  ;  or,    Our  gr ait 
tried  by  ajfl:  9 

I    QTNG,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord, 
^     Sing  with  a  joyful  noife  \ 
With  melody  of  found  record 
His  honours  and  your  joys. 


PSALM    LXVI. 

2  Say  to  the  power  that  (hakes  the  iky, 

"  How  terrible  art  thou  ! 

"  Sinners,  before  thy  prefence  fly, 

"  Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow." 

[5  Come,  fee  the  wonders  of  our  G«d» 

How  glorious  are  his  ways  ? 

In  Mofes*  hand  he  put  his  rod, 

And  cleaves  the  frighted  feas. 

4.  He  made  the  ebbing  channel  dry, 
While  Ifr'el  pafs'd  the  flood  ; 
There  did  the  church  begin  their  jo; , 
And  triumph  in  their  God.] 

5  He  rules  by  his  refiftlefs  might  : 

Will  rebel  mortals  dare 
Provoke  th'  Eternal  to  the  fight, 
And  tempt  that  dreadful  war. 

6  O  Blefs  our  God,  and  never  ceafe  ; 

Ye  faints,  fulfil  his  praife  ; 
He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace, 
And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 

7  Lord,  thou  haft  prov'd  our  fufFring  fou!"f 

To  make  our  graces  mine  ; 
€0  filver  bears  the  burning  coal?, 
The  metal  to  refine. 

%  Thro*  wat'ry  deeps  and  fiery  way?, 
We  march  at  thy  command, 
Led  to  pofTcfs  the  promii'd  place, 
By  thine  unerring  hand. 

PSALM     LXVL   /3— 20.    Second  Pa*  t 
Praife  to  God  fir  bearing  pneycr. 
1    "^^JOW  ma,l  n,v  Solemn  vows  be  paid 
1^1-     To  that  almighty  pow'r, 
That  heard  the  long  reauefts  I  mads 
In  my  diftrefsful  hour" 
L  2 


t*6        PSAL'M1  LXVIL 

•a  My  lips  and  chearful  heart  prepare 
To  make  his  mercies  known  ; 
Come  yc  tiiat  fear  my  God,    and  hear 
The  wonders  he  has  done. 

3  When  on  my  head  huge  for  rows  fell, 

I  fought  his  heav'nly  aid  : 
He  fav'd  my  linking  foul  from  hell, 
And  deaths  eternal  (hade. 

4  If  fin  lay  oover'd  in  my  heart", 

While  pray'r  employ'd  my  tongue, 
The  Lord  had  (hewn  me  no  regard, 
Nor  I  his  praifes  fung. 

5  But  God  (his  n^m?  be  ever  bled) 

Has  fet  my  fpirit  free  ; 
Nor  turn'd  from  him  my  poor  requefl, 
Nor  turn'd  his  heart  from1,  me. 

PSALM     LXVII. 
The    nations  pro/ftrity^    and  the  churches  in* 
creafe. 
\    QJ  HtN£,  mighty  God,  on  Britain  mine 
>3      With  beams  of  heav'nly  grace  j 
Reveal  thy  pow'r  thro*  all  our  coafts, 
And  mew  thy  fmiling  fac£. 
\z  Amidft  our  ifle  exalted  high, 
Do  thou  our  glory  fland, 
And  like  a  wall  of  guardian  fire, 
Surround  the  fav'rite  land.] 

3  When  ftall  thy  nam?  from  more  to  (hore- 
Sound  all  the  earth  abroad, 
And  dillant  nations  Vnow  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God  b 
a.  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  didtnt  lands, 
Sing  loui  with  folemn  voice  ; 
While  Britijb  tongues  extalt  his  prufi^ 
A-jd  D.itijb  hearts  rejoice  . 


PSALM    LXVIII.        'itf, 

5  He,  the  great  kord;  the  fov'reign  Judge, 

That  (its  enthron'd  above, 
Wifely  commands  the  worlds  he  made, 
In  juftice  and  in  love. 

6  Earth  (hall  obey  her  Maker's  will, 

And  yield  a  full  increafe  : 
Our  God  will  crown  his  chofeniile 
With  frtiitfulnefs  and  peace. 

7  God  the  Redeemer  fcatters  round 

His  choiceft  favours  here, 
While  the  creation's  utmoft  bound 
Shall  fee,  adore,  aad  fear. 

PSA  L  M    LXVIII.     i—6.  32~3^, 

Firfi  Part. 
The  <vtngeance  and  compajjton,  of  God. 

l    T     £T  (Sod  arife  in  all  his  might, 
I    j   And  put  the  troops  of  hell  to  flight  £ 
As  fmoke  that  fought  to  cloud  the  fkies, 
»  Before  the  rifing  tempefts  flies. 

[2  He  comes  array'd  in  burning  flames  j 
Juftice  and  vengeance  are  his  names  : 
Behold  his  fainting  foes  expire, 
Like  melting  wax  before  the  fire  !] 

3  He  ri<Jes  and  thunders  thro'  the  fky  \ 
His  name  Jehovah  founds  on  high  : 
Sing  to  his  name,  ye  fons  of  grace  ;. 
Ye  faints,  rejoice  before  his  face. 

4.  The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs 
Fly  to  his  aid  in  (harp  dillrefs  : 
In  him  the  poor  and  helplefs  find 
A  Judge  that's  juft,  a  Father  kind. 

5  He  breaks  the  captive's:  heavy  chain, 
And  pris'ners  fee  the  light  again  ;         '' 
But  rebels  that  difyute  his  will 
Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darkneis, ftijt  j 


-izS       P  S  A  J.  M    I.XVIIL 

Pause.  I , 

6  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong  ; 
Crown  him,  ye  nations,  in  your  fong  ; 
His  wond'rous  name  and  pow'rs  rehearfe  j 
His  honours  fhall  enrich  your  ycrit. 

7  He  fhakes'the  he.iv'ns  with  loud  alarms  ; 
How  terrible  is  God  in  arrrn  ! 

1 1  I/r'el  are  his  mercies  known, 
Jfr^el  is  his  peculiar  throne. 

3  Proclaim  him  King,  pronounce  him  bled  ; 
He's  your  Defence,  your  Joy,  jour  Reft  ; 
IVVhen  terrors  rife,  and  nations  faint, 
God  is  the  ftrength  of  ev'rv  faint. 

A  L  M     LXVIIT.  1 7,  iS.  SeconJ  Part. 

Chrift'j  afcenfien,  and  the  gift  ■  of  the  Spirit, 

1  T    ORD,  when  thiu  didft  afcend  on  hig>i 
^  Ten  lhoufand  angels  lilTd  the  fky  : 
Thofe  heav'nly  guards  around  thee  wait, 
Like  chariots  to  attend  thy  ftate. 

2  Not  Surtax's  mountain  could  appear 
More  glorious  when  the  Lord  was  there  ; 
While  he  pronoune'd  his  dreadful  law, 
And  flruck  the  chofen  tribes  with  awe. 

3  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  pow'rs  of  hell, 
That  thoafand  fouls  had  captive  made, 
Were  all  in  chains  like  captives  led. 

4  TUisM  by  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  fent  the  promised  Spirit  down. 
With  jnfts  and  grace  for  rebel  men,  ^ 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  agaia. 


PSA  L  M    LXIX,  129 

P  S  A  Ul    LXVIII.      9,  19,  20,  21,  22. 

ri/rrf  i>arr. 
/V**^  for  temporal  biejjtngs  ;     or,  Common  and 
J  pi  ritual  mercies. 

1  T  TT  7E  blefs  the  Lord,  the  jnft,  and  gooi, 
VV  Who  fills  our  hearts  with  joy  and  food  ', 

Wjio  pours  his  bleffings  from  the  ;fkies, 
And  loads  our  days  with  rich  fupplies. 

2  He  fends  the  fun  his  circuit  round, 

To  chear  the  fruit:,  to  warm  the  ground  ; 
He  bids  the  clouds  with  plent'ous  rain 
Refrelh  the  thirily  earth  again. 

3  'Tis  to  his  care  we  owe  our  breath, 
And  all  our  near  efcapes  from  death  ; 
Safety  and  health  to  God  belong  ; 

Ke  heals  the  weak  and  guards  the  flrong. 

4  He  makes  the  faint  and  finner  prove 
The  common  bleffings  of  his  love  y 
But  the   wide  difference  that  remains. 
Is  ehdlefs  joys,  or  endlefs  pain». 

5  The  Lord  that  bruis'd  the  ferpent's  head, 
On  all  the  ferpenc's  feed  fhall  tread  ; 
The  ftubborn  finner's  hope  confound, 
And  fmite  him  with  a  lailing  wound. 

6  But  his  rignt-hand  his  faints  fhall  raife 
From  the  deep  earth,  or  deeper  feas, 
And  bring  them  to  his  courts  above  ; 
There  ihall  they  tafta  kis  fpecial  love. 

PSALM     LXDC.     1—14.     FirJIPart. 

Common  Metre. 

TJh  fufe rings  c/Chriit/or  our  faluation. 

t  "   Q  AVE  me,  O  God,  the  fwelling  flood* 
i3    "  Break  in  upon  my  foul  ; 
"  I  fink,  and  forrows  o'er  my  head 
t'  Like  .mighty  waters  roll. 


130         PSALM    LXIX, 

2  "  I  cry  'till  all  my  voice  be  ?one, 

"In  tears    I  'wafte  the  day  ; 
"  My  God,  behold  my  longing  ayes, 
"  And  marten  the  delay. 

3  "  They  hate  my  foul  without  a  caufe,     ■ 

"  And  ftill  their  number  grows 
"  More  than  the  hairs  around  my  head, 
"  And  mighty  are  my  foes. 

4  "  'Twas  then   I  paid  that  dreadfuldebt 

'-'  That  men  could  never  pay, 

"  And  gave  fome  honors  to  thy  law, 

44  Which  finners  took  away." 

5  Thus  in  the  great  Mefiiah'.s  name 

The  royal  prophet  mourns  ; 
Thus  he  awakes  our  hearts  to  grief, 
And  gives  us  joy  by  turns. 

6  "  Now  lhall  the  faints  rejoice  and  find 

"  Salvation  in  my  name, 
"  For  I  have  borne  their  heavy  load, 
"  Of  forrow,  pain  and  Ihame. 

7  *«  Grief  like  a  garment  cloth 'd  me  roan J, 

"f   And  fackcloth  was  my  drefs, 
"  While  I  procur'd  for  naked  fouls, 
'*  A  robe  of  righteoufnefs. 

8  "  Amongft  my  brethren  and  the  Je\>:> 

*'  I  like   a    ilranger  flood, 
"  And  bor*  their  vile  reproach  to  bring 
"  The  GentiUi  near  to  God. 

9  "  I  came  in  fmful  mortals  Head 

'.'  To  do  ray  Father's  will  ; 
"  Yet  when  I  cleans'd  my'  Father'*  h#uft', 
44  They  fcandaliz'd  my  zeai. 

lo  "  My  failing  and  my  holy  groans 
"  Were  made  the  drunkard's  :" 


PSALM    LXIX.  131 

44  But  God  from  his  celestial  throne 
'*  Heard  my  complaining  tongue. 

1   "He  fav'd  me  from  the  dreadful  deep, 
44  Nor  let  my  foul  be  drown'd  ; 
li  Herais'd  and  fix'd  my  finking  feet 
"  On  well  eftablifh'd  ground. 
z  "  'Twas  in  a'moft  accepted  hour 
"  My  pray'r  nrofc  on  high, 
*•  And  for  my  fake  my  Gcd  fhall  hear 
"  The  dying  finner's  try." 

PSALM    LXIX.  14—21,  26,  29,  32, 

Second  Part.  Common  Metre. 

The  pajfion  aud  exaltation  cf  Chrift. 

1     ^VTOW  let  our  lips  with  holy  fear 
-*~^      And  mournful  pleafure  ling 
The  fuff'rings  of  our  great  High-Prieft, 
The  forrows  of  t)ur  King. 

z  He  finks  in  floods  of  deep  diftrefs ; 
How  high  the  waters  rife  ; 
While  to  kis  heaven'iy  Father's  ear 
He  fends  perpetual  cries. 

3  "  Hear  me,  O  Lord,  and  fave'thy  Son, 

4<  Nor  hide  thy  mining  face  ; 
44  Why  mould  thy  Fav 'rite  look  like-one 
44  Forfaken  of  thy  grace  ? 

4  44  With  rage  they  perfecnte  the  Man 

44  That  groans  beneath  thy  wound, 
44  While  for  a  facrifice  I  pour 
44  My  life  upon  the  ground. 

5  4<  They  tread  my  honour  to  the  dull, 

44  And  laugh  when  I  complain  ; 
"  Their  (harp  infultirig  ilanders  add 
"  Frefh  anguilh  to  my  pain. 


t}2         PSALM      LXIX. 

6  "  All  my  reproach,  is  known  to  thee, 

"  Thefcandal  arid  the  fhamt 
•'  Reproaches  brok*  my  bleeding  heart, 
"  And  lies  defcle  my  name. 

7  «•  I  lo«4t'd  for  pity,  bur  in  v*in  ; 

••  My  kindred  are  my  grief  j 
44  I  afk.  my* friends  for  comfort  ;Cimd, 

"  But  meet  with  no  relief. 
S  "  With  vinegar  they  mock  my  thirft, 

"  They  gave  me  gall  for  foud  ; 
"  And  fporti:»g  with  mv 

"  They  triumph  in  my  blood. 

9  "  Shine  into  my  diftrefled  foul, 
"  Let  thy  compaflSon  Cave 
**  And  though  my  fiefh  fink  down  p  death, 
81  Redeem  it  from  rhe  £rave. 

ro  "  I  fhal!  arife  to  praife  thy  nsme, 
«■  Shall  reign  in  worlds  unknown, 
"  Aad  thy  falvction,  O  rr.y  God, 
"  Shall  feat  me  on  thy  throne. 

P  S  A  L  M    I-X1X.     Third  Fart, 

Common  Mette. 

Chrijts  nbeditr.ct  ami  dea'.h        or,  God  gbrifiiJ 

Old  dun:,  i  Jwved. 

i    T^ATHER,  I    fag  thy  wond'nflfi  grace, 
\}    I  blefs  my  Savidur'j  name  ; 
He  bought  felvation  for  the  poor, 
And   bore  the  finncr's  i:. 

2  His  deep  diftrefs  has  rais'd  us  ' 

His  duty  and  his  zeal 
FulfiTd  the  law  which  mortals  \ 
And  finifiYd  aH  thy  wii!. 

3  His  dying  groans,  his  living  fongs, 

r  pleafe  my  ( 


PSALM    LXIX.         133 

Than  harp  or  trumpets  folemn  found, 
Than  goats  oV  DiRlocks  blood. 

This  fhall  his  humble*  foll'wers  fee, 

And  fet  their  hearts  at  reft  ; 
They  by  his  death  draw  near  to  thee, 

And  live  for  ever  bleft. 
Let  heav'n,  and  all  that  dwell  oh  high, 

To  God  their  voices  raife, 
While  lands  and  feas  affift  the  iky, 

And  join  l*  advance  his  praife. 

Sion  is  thine,  molt  holy  G«d, 
Thy  Son  fhall  blefs  her  gates  ; 

And  glory  purchas'd  by  his  blood, 
For  thine  ewn  lfrel  waits. 

PSALM    LXIX.    Firft  Part,    Long 
Metre. 

Chriji's  paJfioTti  and  /inner s  falvation, 

DEEP  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 
The  deeper  forrows  of  our  Lord  : 
Behold  the  riling  billows  roll 
To  overwhelm  his  righteous  foul. 

In  long  complaints  he  fpends  his  breath, 
While  hofts  of  hell,  and  pow'rs  of  death, 
And  all  the  fons  of  malice  join 
To  execute  their  curft  defign. 
Yet  gracious  God,  thy  pow'r  and  love 
Have  made  the  curfe  a  blefiing  prove  ; 
Thofe  dreadful  fufPrings  of  thy  Son, 
Atcn'd  for  fins  which  we  have  done. 

.  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord, 
The  honor  of  thy  law  reftor'd  : 
His  forrows  made  thy  juftice  known, 
And  paid  {or  follies  not  his  own. 
M 


*34  P  S 

A- 

And  let  the  n.<    '»i'm/   C, 
i  ^rj  will  m  .,  ff>#*  // 
Nor  fhcll  our  hope  k  lura'd  r 
PSALM     LXIW 
Par:.     Lc 

i   ,fTMVA 

X      '  Thy  Son  fuftain'd  Hi ,t  heavy  load 
Of  bafe  feprr.irh,   and  fort  c 
And  (hame  defied  his'facred  L  . 

~  The-  "hren  bid  his  kin, 

Abu  :-.;4t  check'd  rh  w  (in  ; 

While  he  fulfil  I'd  thy  ho'v 

lout  a  caufe. 
•*,  (faid  he)  ivm 

rrc.ij.    : 
Then  fcatt'nng  ali  their  gold 
Helcourgfd  the  merchants  from  the  place.] 

rrtpie  of  his  G 
Csnfum'd  his  life,  blood  ; 

Reproaches  at  thy  glory  thrown, 

nem  as  his  own.] 

-.en J 5  forfook,  his  followers  fled, 

and  arms  ferround  his  head  ; 
They  curie  him  with  a  ilr.nd'rous  tongue, 
And' the  falfe  judge  maintain;  I 

lies, 
And 

him  t  aineful  tree  ; 

■-. 

as  hard  a?  M 


PS  A  Lf»     I  XXL         135 


But  God  beheld,  and  from  his  throne    | 
Marks  out  the* men  that  hate  his  Sou  : 
The  hand  that  rais'd  him  from  the  dead, 
Shall  pour  tfie  vengeance  on  their  head. 

1  S  A  L  M     LXXI.      5—9.     Firji  Part. 
The  aged  faint's  reflection  and  hope. 

MY  God,  my  everlailing  hepe, 
I  live  upon  thy  truth  ; 
Thine  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 
And  ftrengthen'd  all  my  youth. 

My  flefh  was  famion'd  by  thy  pow'r, 

With  all  thefe  limbs  of  mine, 
And  from  my  mother's  painful  hour 

I've  been  intirely  thine. 

Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  feen„ 

Repeated  ev'ry  year  ; 
Behold  my  days  that  yer  remain, 

I  truft  them  to  thy  care. 

iCaft  me  not  off  when  ftrength  decline: .  , 

When  hoary  hairs  aiife  ; 
And  round  me  let  thy  glory  fhinc,     L 

When  e'er  thy-  fervant  dies.  1 

Then  in  the  hifi'fy  of  xiy  age, 
When  men  review  my  days, 
They'll  read  thy"  love  in  ev'ry  page, 
•  In  ev'ry  line  thy  praifo 

5ALM    LXXI.     Hji5,  i5,  22,  zh  2 

■    Second  Part. 
Clirifi:  our  ftrengtb  and  righteous:: 

MY  Saviour,  my  almighty  fiiend, 
When,  I  begin  thy   praife, 
ft'here  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
The  numbers  of*  thy  grace  ? 

Thou  art  my  everlafting  truft, 
Thy  goodnefs  I  adore  ; 


136        PSALM    LXXI. 

And  fince  I  knew  thy  graces  ft/ft, 
I  fpeak  thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  (hall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celeftial  road, 
And  march  with  courage  in  thy  ftrength, 
To  fee  my  Father,  God. 

4  When  I  am  filPd  with  fore  diftrefs 

For  Tome  furprifing  fin, 
I'll  plead  thy  perfect  righteou  fnefs, 
And  mention  none  bu:  thine. 

5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  v:£Vri?3  of  my  King  ! 
My  foal  redesm'd  from  death  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  falvatioa  fmg. 

[6  My  tongue  fhall  all  the  day  proclaim 
My  Saviour  and  my  God  ; 
His  death  has  brought  my  foes  to  flume, 
And  drowft'd  them  in  his  blood. 

7  Awake,  awake  my  tuneful  pow'rs  ; 
With  this  delightful  fong, 
I'll  entertain  the  darkeft  hour  , 
Nor  think  the  feafon  long.] 

PSALM     LXXI.     17—21.     Third  Part. 

The  aged  chrljilans  prayer  and  fang  ;    or,   Old 
age,  death,  and  the  refurreftion. 

,    J~^1  OD  of  ray  childhood  and  my  yotth, 
VJ      The  guide  of  all  my  days, 
I  hAve  declar'd  thy  heav'nly  truth, 
And  told  thy  wond'rous  ways. 

z  Wilt  thou  forfake  my  hoary  hairs, 
And  leave  my  fainting  heart  ? 
V'!io  (hall  fultain  ray  filing  years. 
>d  my  ftrength.  depart  ? 


P  S  A  L  M    LXXII.      ,137 

3  Let  me  thy  pow'r  and  truth  proclaim, 

To  the*  furviving  age, 
And  leave  a  favour  of  thy  name 
When  I  foal]  quit  the  ftage. 

4  The  land  of  filence  and  of  death 

Attends  my  next  remove  ; 
O  may  thefe  poor  remains  of  breath 
Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love. 
Pause. 

5  Thy  righteoufnefs  is  deep  and  high, 

Unfearchable  thy  deeds  ; 
Thy  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  fky, 
And  all  my  praife  exceeds. 

6  Oft  have  I  heard  thy  thrent'nmgs -roar, 

And  oft  endur'd  the  grief; 
But  when  thy  hand  has  prefs'd  me  fore, 
Thy  grace  was  my  relief. 

7  By  long  experience  have  I  known    •• 

Thy  fov'reign  power  to  fave  ; 
At  thy  command  I  ventav;  down 
Securely  to  the  grave. 
§  Wben  I  lie  buried  in  the  dull, 
My  flelh  (lull  be  thy  care  ; 
Thefe  withering  limbs  with   the  I  truft, 
To  raife  them  'ilr'ohg  and  fair. 
..      PSALM     LXXII.     Firft  Part. 

.    The  kingdom  of  ChriJL 
J    r~^  REST  God,  wfiofe  universal  fway, 
Vj"     The    known   and  unknown  worlds 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Sqray,        (obey. 
Exten'd  his  pow'r,  exalt  his  thron*;. 
2  Thy  fceptre  well  becomes  his  hands, 
All  heav'n  fubmits  to  his  commands  ; 
His  juftice  (hall  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride,  and  rage  prevail  no  merer 
.    M  2 


i33  PSALM    LXX1I. 

3  With  pow'rhe  "vinafcites  :h;  juft, 
And  tread:  th'  oppreflbr  in  the  duft. 
His  worlhip  and  his  fear  QiaJl  la  ft 
'Till  hours,  and  years,  and  time  be  pnfl. 

4  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
So  (hall  he  fend  his  influence  down  : 
His  grace  on  fainting  fouh  diftills, 
Like  hcavn'ly  dew  on  thirfty  hills. 

5  The  Heathen  lands  that  lie  beneath 
The  fhides  of  over-fpreading  death, 
Revive  at  his  firft-dawning  light, 
And  defarts  blofTom  at  the  figh* 

6  The  faints  mall  flourifli  in  his  days, 
Dreft  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praife  - 
Peace  like  a  rrv«r  from  his  throne 
Shan  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

FSAL  M     LXX1I.    Seciid  Pari. 

Quiffs JtiwgJm  among  the  Gentiles. 

i    TESUS  (hall  reign  where-e'er  the  Sun 
J    Do^b  his  fucceilive  journey*  run  ; 
His  kingdom  flretch  from  more  to  fhore. 
'Till  moons  ihall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

[z    Behold  the  iilands  with  their  kings, 
And  Europe  her  belt  tribute  brings  : 
From  North  to  South  the  princes  meet, 
To  pay  thtir  homage  at  bis  & 

5  There  Perjla  glorious  to  behold, 
Thtre  India  {Lines  in  Eajitrn  gold  j 
And  barb'rous  nations  at  his  word, 
Submit  and  bo.v,  and  own  their  Lord.] 

4  For  him  (ball  endlefs  prayer  be  made, 
.And  praifes   throng  to  crown  his  head  ; 
His  name  like  fweet  perfume  mall  rile 
With  . 


PSALM    LXXIII.         139 

5  People  and  realms  of  tv'ry  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  fweeteft  fong  ; 
And  infant-voices  mall  proclaim 
Their  early  bleffings  on  his  name. 

6  Bleffings  abound  where-e'er  he  reigns, 
The  pris'ner  leaps  to  loofe  his  chains  ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  reft, 

And  all  the  fons  of  want  are  bleft. 

[7  Where  he  difplays  his  healing  pow'r, 
Death  and  the  curie  are  known  no  more  ; 
In  Him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boaft 
More  bleffings  than  their  father  loft. 

8  Let  ev'ry  creature  rife  and  bring 
Peculiar  honours  to  our  King  ; 
Angels  dcfcend  with  fongs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  long  Amen.] 

P  S  A  L  M    LXXIII.     Firjl  Part. 

Common  Metre. 

Afflicled  faints  happy,   ami  pro/percus  firmer  s 
cur/id. 
i   "^TOW  I'm  convinc'd  the  Lord  is  kind 
L^(|    To  men  of  heart  fin  cere, 
Yet  once  my  fool i In  thoughts  repin'd, 
And  border'd  on  defpair. 

z  I  griev'd  to  fee  the  wicked   thrive, 
And  fpoke  with  angry  breath, 
*'  How  pleafant  and  profane  they  live  ! 
"  How  peaceful  is  their  death  ! 

3  ««  With  well-fed  flefli,  and  haughty  eyes 

11   They  hy  their  fears  to  fleep  ; 
•<  Againft  the  heav'ns  their  flanders  rife, 
"  While  faints  in  filence  weep. 

4  "  In  vain  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 

*'  And  cleanjfe  my  heart  ia  vaia  » 


f*9         PSALM     LXXI1I. 

"  For  1  anvchailen'd  all   the  day, 
"  The  night  renews  ray  pain." 

5  Yet  while  ray  tongue  indulged  complaints, 

I  felt  my  heart  reprove  ; 
"  Sure  I  fh:JJ  thus  offend  thy  faints, 
"  And  g reive  the  men  I  love." 

6  But  dill  I  found  my  doubts  too  hard, 

The  conflict  too  fevere, 
'Till  I  retir'd  to  fearch  thy  word, 
And  learn  thy  fecrets  there. 

y  There,  as  in  Jorae  prophetic  glafs, 
I  faw  the  fmncr's  feet 
High  mounted  on  a  flipp'ry  place, 
Befide  a  fi'ry  pit. 

8  I  heard  the  wretch  profanely  boail, 

Till  at  thy  frown  he  fell  : 
His  honours  in  a  dream  were  loft, 
And  he  awakes  in  hell. 

9  Lord,  what  an  envious  fool  I  was  ! 

HowJike  a  thoughtlefs  beaft  ! 
Thus  to  fufped  thy  promis'd  grace, 
And  think  the  wicked  bleil. 

I  o  Yet   I  was  kept  from  full  defpair, 
Upheld  by  pow'r  unknown  : 
That  blefied  hand  that  broke  the  mare, 
Shall  guide  me  to  thy  throne. 

PSALM    LXKHl.  23—28.  Second  Part- 

Common   "Metre. 
God  our  portion  here  and  hereafter, 

1    (^  OD,  my  Supporter  and  my  Hope, 
VJ      My  Help  ibr  ever  near, 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up* 
Wfcca  finking  in  defpair. 


PSALM    LXXIIL       141 

2  Thy  counfels,  Lord,  Avail  gukte  my  feet 

Through  this  dark  wildernefs  ? 
Thine  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  feat, 
To  dwell  before  thy  face, 

3  Were  I  in  heav'n  without  my  God, 

*T would  be  no  joy  to  me  ; 
And  whilit  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 

4  What  if  the  fprings  of  life  were  broke, 

And  fleih  and  heart  mould  faint, 
God  is  my  foul's  eternal  rock, 
The  ft rength  of  every  faint. 

5  Behold  the  fmners  that  remove 

Far  from  thy  prefence  die  ; 
Not  all  the  idol  gods  they  love. 
Can  fave  them  when  they  cry, 

6  But  to  draw  near  to  thee  my  God, 

Shall  be  my  fweet  employ  ; 
My  tongue  ftnll  found  thy  works  abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy.   - 

psalm    lxxiit.    22,  3,  6,  17—20. 

Long  Metre. 
The  profperity    cffenners  curfed. 

1  I'     ORD,  what  a^houghtlefs  wretch  was  I, 
1    J  To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine, 

To  fee  the  wicked  plac'd  on  high. 
In  pride  and  robes  of  honour  mine  ! 

2  But  O  their  end,  their  dreadful  end  ! 
Thy  fanduary  taught  me  fo  : 

On  flipp'ry  rocks  I  fee  them  ftand, 
And  fi'ry  billows  roll  below. 

3  Now   let  them  boaft  how  tall  they  rife, 
I'll  never  envy  them  again  : 

There  they  may  ftand  with  haughty  eyes> 
'Till  they  plunge  deep  in  endlefs  pain,' 


PSALM    LXXIIL 

4.  Their  fan:y'd  joys,  how  faft  they  flee  .' 
juft  like  a  dj 

Their  fongb  of  fjftelt  harmony 
Are  but  a  preface  to  their 

5   Now  I  efleem  th"ir  mirth  and  wii.e 
Too  dear  to  purchafe  with  my  bl 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  then  art  mine,*^ 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God. 

PSALM     LXXIIL     Short  Metre. 
The  myjhry  of  providence  unfolded. 

i    Q»  URE  there's  a  righteous  God, 
ij)      ^or  i*  religion  vai:, 
Though  men  cf  vke  may  boall  aloud> 
And  men  of  grace  complain. 

X  I  faw  the  wicked  rife, 

And  fck  my  heart  repine, 
While  hiughty  fooli  with  fcornful  c/cr, 
In  robes  of  honor  fhine. 

[j   Pamper'd  with  wanton  cafe, 

_ir  flefti  looks  full  and  fair  ; 
Their  wealth  rolls  in"  like  flowing  fas, 
And  grows  without  their  care. 

.t.Yree  from  the  plagues  and  pains 
That  pious  fouls  endure, 
Thro'  all  their  lite  opprefiion  reigns, 
And  racks  the  humble  poor. 
c  Their  impious  tongues  blafpheme 
The  everlailing  God  ; 
Their  malice  blafts  the  good  man's  name, 
And  fpread>  their 
6  But  1   with  flowing  tears 
InduigM  my  doubts  to  r: 

a  God  that  fed  or  hears 


PSALM     LXXIV.       :i43 

7  The  tumults  of  my  thought 

Held  me  in  hard  fufpenfe, 
'Till  to  thy  houfe  my  feet  were  brought 
To  learn  thy  juftice  thence. 

8  Thy  word  with   light  and  power 

Did  my  miftakes  amend  ; 

I  view'd  the  finners  life  before, 

But  here  I  learnt  their  end. 

9  On  what  a  flipp'ry  fteep 

The  thoughtlefs  wretches  go  ! 
And  O  that  dreadful  fi'ry  deep 
That  waits  their  fall  below  ! 

io  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  bow  ; 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine  ; 
I  catt  my  God  my  portion  now, 
And  all  my  pow'rs"  are  thine. 

PSAL  M    LXXIV. 

The  church  pleading  with.  God  under  for  z  per  - 
/edition. 

i    1  T  JILL  God  for  ever  cail  us  off  ? 

\  V       His  wrath  for  ever  fmoke  , 

Againft  the  people  of  his  love. 
His  little  chofen  flock  ? 

2  Think  of  the  tribes  fo  dearly  bought 
With  their  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
Nor  let  thy  Ston  be  forgot, 
Where  once  thy  glory  flood. 

5  Lift  up  thy  feet,  and  march  in  hafte, 
Aloud  our  ruin  calls  ; 
See  what  a  wide  and  fearful  wo$e 
Is  made  within  thy  walk. 

l  Where  once  thy  churches  pray'd  and  fan-r, 
Thy  foes  pi:ofanely  roar  ; 
Over  thy  ee:-~  their'enfigns  hang, 
Sad  tokens  of  their  pow'r. 


: 

I 

I 


t44        PSALM  LXX1V. 

5  How  arc  the  feats  cf  worfcip  broke    ! 
They  tear  thy  buildings  down, 
And  he  that  deals  the  heavieft  flroke, 
Procures  the  chief  renown. 

*  With  flames    they  threaten  to  deftrcy, 
Thy  children  in  their  neft  ; 
Come  let  us  turn  at  once  (they  cry) 
The  temple  and  the  prieji, 

7  And  ftill  to  heighten  our  diftrefs, 

Thy  prefence  is  withdrawn  ; 
Thy  wonted  figns  of  pow'r  and  grace, 
Thy  pow'r  and  grace  are  gone. 

8  No  prophet  fpeaki  to  calm  our  woes, 

But  all  the  feers  mourn  ; 
There's  not  a  foul  amongft  us  knows 
The  time  of  our  return. 

Pause. 

9  How  long,  eternal  God,  how  long, 

Shall  men  of  pride  blafphcme  ? 
Shall  faints  be  made  their  endlefs  fong, 
And  bear  immortal  ftiame  ? 

io  Canft  thou  forever  fit  and  hear 
Thine  holy  name  profan'd  ? 
And  ftill  thy  jealoufy  forbear, 
And  ftill  with-hold  thine  hand  ? 

1 1  Wnat  ftrange  delivVance  haft  thou  mown 

In  ages  long  before  ? 
And  now  no  other  God  we  own, 
No  other  God  adore. 

12  Thou  didft  divide  the  raging  fea. 

By  thy  refiftlefs  might. 
To  make  thy  tribes  a  wond'rous  way, 
And  then  fecure  their  flight. 

13  Ts  not  the  world  of  nature  thine. 
The  uarknefs  and  the  dav  t 


PSALM    LXXV.        )*& 

Didil  not-tKou  bid  the  morning  mine, 

And  mark  the  fun  his  way. 
j  4  Hath  not  thy  [iow'r  form'.d  cv'ry  ccaft, 

And  fet  the  earth  it's  bounds, 
With  fumracr's  heat  and  winter's  froft, 

In  their  perpetual  rounds  ? 

15  And  fhall  the  Tons  of  earth  and  dull 

That  facred  pow'r    blafpheme  ? 
Will  not  thy  hand  that  forra'd  them  firft, 
Avenge  thy  injur 'd  name  ? 

16  Think  on  the  covenant  thou  haft  made, 

And  all  thy  words  of  love  ; 

Nor  let  the  birds  of  prey  invade 

And  vex  thy  mourning  <love. 

17  Our  foes  would  triumph  in  our  blood, 

And  make  our  hope  their  jeft  ; 
Plead  thine  own  caufe,  almighty  God, 

And  give  thy  children  reft. 

PSALM    LXXV. 

Power  and  government  from  God  alone. 
Applied  to  the  glorious  revolution  by    king 

William,  or  the  happy  acceffion   of    king 

George  to  the  throne. 

TO  thee,  moft  holy,  and  raoft  high,  \ 
To  thee  we  bring  our  thankful  praife  ; 
II    Thy  works  declare  thy  name  is  nigh, 
Thy  works  of  wonder  and  of  grace. 

Britain  was  doom'd  to  be  a  Have, 

Her  frame  diflblv'd,  her  fear.-*  were  great  ; 

When  God  a  new  fupporter  gave, 

To  bear  the  pillars  of  the  ftate. 

He  from  thy  hand  receiv'd  his  crown, 
And  fware  to  rule- by  r/hoiefome  j-v. 
His  foot  fhall  tread  th*  cppreflgr  down,. 
His  arm  defend  the  righteous  caufe. 
N 


146        P  S  A  L  M     LXXVI. 

naughty  Tinners  fink  their  pride, 
Nor  lift  lb  high  their  fcornful  head  : 

r  fooliih  thoughts  afide, 
And  own  the  King  that  God  hath  made. 

5  Such  honours  never  come  by  chance, 
Nor  do  rhe  winds  promotion  blow  ; 
'Tis  God  the  Judge  doth  one  advance, 
'Tis  God  that  lays  another  low. 

6  No  vain  pretence  to  royal  birth 
Shall  fix  a  tyrant  on  the  throne  ; 
God,  the  great  fov'reign  of  the  earth, 
Will  rife  and  make  his  juftice  known. 

[7  His  hand  holds  out  the  dreadful  cup 
Of  vengeance,  mix'd  with  various  plagues, 
To  make  the  wicked  drink  them  up, 
Wring  out,  and  talle  the  bitter  dregs. 

8  Now  fhall  the  Lord  exalt  the  jufr, 
And  while  he  tramples  on  the  proud, 
And  lays  their  glory  in  the  duft, 
JVIy  lips  (hall  fing  his  praile  aloud.] 


PSALM     LXXVI. 


Ifrael  fa ved,  and  th  Aflyrians  deftroytd  ; 
God'i 

l    yN  Judah  God  of  old  w;\s  known  ; 
X     Hi;  name  in  IjYel  e,cat  i 
In  Sal 

And  &M«/as  his  feat. 

its, 

r  j  nt  complaint 

his  dreadful  word 


, 


P  L  A  L  M     LXXVII.       147 

The  bow,  the  arrows  and  the  fword, 
And  cruhYd  th'  AJfyrian  war. 

What  is  the  earth's  wide  kingdom  elfe 

But  mighty  hills  of  prey  ; 
The  bilJ  on  which  Jehovah  dwells 

Is  glorious  more  than  they. 
'Twas  Sion's  King  that  ftop'd  the  breath 

Of  captains  and  their  bands  : 
The  men  of  might  fiept  faft  in  death, 

and  never  found  their  hands. 

At  thy  rebuke,  u  Jacob's  God, 

Both  horfe  and  chariot  fell  : 
Who  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  rod  r 

Thy  veageance  who  can  teii  r 

What  pow'r  can  ftand  before  thy  fight 

When  once  thy  wrath  appear-,  [ti^hc 

When    heav'n    mines    round    with     dreadfal 
The  earth  lies  fuii  and  fears. 

When  God  in  his  own  fo/'reign  ways 

Comes  down  to  Give  i\%   oppreft, 
The  wrath  of  man  ihail  work  his  pra*6 

And  he'll  reilrain  tne  1 
p  Vow  to  the  Lord  and  .tribute  brln^;, 

Ye  princes  fear  his  frtwn  ; 
His  terror  (hakes  the  proudel't  kingj 

And  cuts  an  army  down. 

o  The  thunder  of  his  fharp  rebuke 

Our  haughty  foes  fnall  feel  ; 
For  Jacob's  God  hath  not  forfook, 
But  dwells  in  Sion  ftill.] 

PSALM     LXXVn.     Firjl    Part. 

Melancholy  ajfuultingy  and  hope   prevailing, 

TO  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voi.ee> 
I  fought  his  gracious  ear, 


i.;8       PSALM     LXXVII. 

In  the  fnd  day,  when  trouble?  rofe, 
And  fiil'd  the  night  with  fear. 

2  Sr.d  were  my  days,  and  dark  my  nights. 
My  foul  refus'd  rtli 

I  thought  on  God,  thejaft  and  wife, 
But  though  is  increas'd  my  grief. 

3  Still   I  complain'd,  and  Mill  oppreft, 
heart  began  to  break  ; 

My*  God  thy  wrath  forbad  my  reft, 
And  kept  mine  eyes  awake. 

' v  overwhelming  forrows  grew, 
'Till  I  could  fpeak  no  more  ; 
Then  I  within  myfelf  withdrew, 
call'd  thy  judgment: 

5  I  cali'd  back  years  and  ancient  times, 
When  I  b~hc!d  thy  face  ; 

My  fpirit  fcarch'd  for  fecret  crimes 
That  might  withhold  thy  grace. 

6  I  calPd  thy  mercies  to  ray  mind 
Which  I  er.joy'd  before  : 

And  will  the  Lord  no  more  be  kind  ? 
His  face  appear  no  more  ? 

7  WiH  he  forever  caft  me  off  r 
His  promife  ever  fail  ? 

Has  he  forgot  his  tender  love  ? 
Shall  anger  Hill  prevail  ? 

%  But  I  forbad  this  hopolefs  thought, 
This  dark  defpairing  frame, 
Remcmb'ring  what  thy  hand  ha:h  wrough:  ; 
Thy  hirA  is  full  the  fame. 

f  I'll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 
And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er  ; 
Th,  -cov'ring  grace. 

When  .  vlp  no  more. 


P.SAL  M    LXXVII.        149 

1  ©   Grace  dwells  with  juftice  on  the  throne, 
And  men  that  love  thy  word 
Have    i«  thy  fandtuary  known 

The  counfels  of  the  Lord. 
PSALM     LXXVII.      Second    Part. 
.  Comfort  derived  from  ancient  providences  :    or, 
Ifrael  delivered  from  Egypt,  and  brought  to 
Canaan. 

1  "    |LTOW  awful  is  thY  chaft'aing  rod?'1 
X  JL      (May  thy  own  children  fay) 
"  The  great,  the  wife,  tke  dreadful  God  ! 
"  Hov/  holy  is  his  way  ! 

1  I'll  meditate  his  works  of  old  ; 
The  King  that  reigns  above  ; 
I'll  hear  his  ancient  wonders  toid, 
And  leam  to  trull  his  love. 

3  Long  did  the  houfe  of  Jofepb  lie 
With  Egypt's  yoke  oppreft  ; 
Long  he  delay'd  to  hear  their  cry. 
Nor  gave  his  people  reft. 

[■  The  fons  of  good  old  Jacob  feem'd 
Abandon'd  to  their  foes  : 
But  his  almighty  arm  redeem'd 
The  nation  that  he  choie. 

;  Ifr'el  his  people  and  his  fheep, 
Muft  follow  where  he  calls  ; 
He  bade  them  venture  through  the  deep, 
And  made  the  waves  their  walls. 
6  The  waters  faw  thee,  mighty  God, 
The  waters  faw  thee  come  ; 
Backward  they  fled,  and  frighted  fiood. 
To  make  thine  armies  room. 

Strange  was  thy  journey  through  the  fea, 
Thv  footileos,  Lord  urikni 


i5o      PSALM     LXXVIIL 

Terrors  attend  the  wond'rous  wty 
That  brings  thy  mercy  down. 

[8  Thy  voice  with  terror  in  the  found 
Thro'  clouds  an  J  darknefs  broke  ; 
All  heav'n  in  lightning  (hone  around, 
And  earth  with  thunder  (hook. 

9  Thine  arrows  through  the  fk/  were  hurl'd  I 

How  glorious  is  the  Lord  ! 
Surprife  and  trembling  feiz'd  the  world, 
And  his  own  faints  ador'd. 

10  He  gave  them  water  from  the  rock  ; 

And  fafe   by  Mifes'  hand  , 
Thro'  a  dry  defart  led  his  flock 
Home  to  the  promis'd  land.] 

PSALM     LXXVIIL     Fir/t   Pa-:. 

ices  of  God   record- 
on  and  ivjlsuJion  of  Cb: 

LET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
Which  (rod  perform'd  of  old  ; 
Which  in  our  younger  years  we  faw, 
A..J  which  our  fathers  told. 

i  Hi  bids  us  make  his  glories  known, 
His  works  of  pow'r  and  grace  : 
And  we'll  convey  his  wonders  down 
Thro'  ev'ry  rifing  race. 

3  Our  lips  (hall  tell  them  to  our  fon:, 

And  they  again  to  theirs, 
That  generations  yet  unborn 

:?ich  them  to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  (hall  they  learn,  in  God  alone 

Their  hopes  fecurely  ftands, 

I  ty  ne'er  torger  his  works 
but  practice  his  commands. 


PSALM    LXXYIII.      151 

PSALM     LXXVIII.     Second   Part. 
Ifraei'j  rebellion  and  pum ''foment ;  or,    fbe  Jir.s 
and  cbaftifements  of  God's  people. 
1    /~v  WHAT  a  ftiff  rebellious  houfe 
V/     Was  Jacob's  ancient  race  ! 
Falfe  to  their  own  raoft  folemn  vows, 
And  to  their  Maker's  grace. 
:  They  broke  the  cov'nanc  of  his  love, 
And  did  his  laws  defpife, 
Forgot  his  works  he  wrought  to  prove 
His  pow'r  before  their  eyes. 

5  They  faw  the  plagues  on  Egypt  light 
From  his  revenging  hand  ; 
What  dreadful  tokens  of  his  might 
Spread  o'er  the  ftubbo-rn  land  ! 

(.  They  faw  him  cleave  the  mighty  fea, 
And  march'd  in  falety  through, 
With  wat'ry  walls  to  guard  their  way, 
'Till  they  had  fcap'd  the  foe. 

;  A  wond'rous  pillar  mark'd  the  road, 
Compos'd  of  {hade  and  light  ; 
By  day  it  prov'd  a  fhek'ring  cloud, 
A  leading  Are  by  night. 

>  He  from  the  rock  their  third  fupp'y'd, 
The  gufliing  waters  fell, 
And  ran  in  rivers  by  their  fide, 
A  conflan:  miracle. 

-  Yet  they  provok'd  the  Lord  mod  high, 
And  dar'd  diftruft. his  hand  ; 
Can  he  inritb  bread  our  hcfi  fuj. 
Amidjl  this  de/art  land  ?  ■ 

!  The  Lord  with  indignation  heard, 
And  caus'd  his  wrath  to  flame  ; 
His  terrors  ever  ftand  prepar'd 
To  vindicate  his  name* 


J52       PSALM    LXXVIII. 

PSALM     LXXVIII.      Third    Part. 
The punijbment  of  luxury  and  intemperance  ;  or, 
Cbafifement    and  fa!  vat  ion. 

1  \K7m^  Wd  fins»  the  Lord  reprovr*, 

VV       And  fills  their  hearts  with  dread, 
Yet  he  forgives  the  men  he  loves, 
And  fends  them  heav'nly  bread. 

2  He  fed  them  with  alib'ral  hand, 

And  made  his  treafures  known  ; 
He  gave  the  mid-night  clouds  command 
To  pour  provifion  down. 

3  The  manna  like  a  morning  fliow'r 

Lay  thick  around  their  feet  ; 
The  corn  of  heav'n,  fo  light,  fo  pure, 
ho'  'twere  angels  meat. 

4  But  they  in  murm'ring  language  faid, 

"  Manna  is  all  our  feaft  ; 
"  We  loath  this  light,  this  airy  bread  ; 
"  We  muft  have  flefli  to  tafte." 

5  "   Ye  pall  have  jle/b  to  pleafe your  lufi" 

The  Lord  in  wrath  reply'd  ; 
And  fent  them  quails  like  fand  or  duft, 
Heap'd  up  from  fide  to  fide. 
\  He  save  them  all  their  own  defire  ; 
And  greedy  as  they  f>d, 
His  vengeance  burn^  with  fecret  fire, 
And  fmote  the  rebels  dead. 
7  When  fome  were  flain  the  reft  return'd, 
And  fought  the  Lord  with  tears  : 
Un>r  rhe  rod  they  fear'd  and  mouxn'd, 
But  foon  forgot  their  fears. 

S  Oft  b»"   h.ilhYd,  and  ftill  forgave, 
by  his  gracious  hand- 
The  igIvM  to  fave 

Poflefs'd  the  prorou'd  had. 


PSALM    LXXVIIL  I'55 

S  A  L  M     LXXVin.     ver.  32,  &c.  Fourth 
Part. 

Backjliding  and  forgi<venefs  ;     or  Sin  punijbed, 
and  faints  Ja-ved, 

GREAT  God,  how  eft  did  IfrTel  prove 
By  turns  thine  anger  and  thy  love  ? 
There  in  a  glafs  our  hearts  may  Tee 
How  fickle  and  how  falfe  they  be. 

How  foon  the  faithlefs  -Je-ius  forgot 
The  dreadful  wonders  God  had  wrought  ; 
Then  they  provoke  him  to  his  face, 
Nor  ftar  his  povv'r,  nor  trull  his  grace. 

The  Lord  confum'd  their  years  in  pain , 
And  made  their  travels  long  and  vain  ; 
A  tedious  march  thro'  unknown  ways 
Wore  out  their  %ength  and  fpent  their  days* 

Oft  when  they  faw  their  brethren  flain, 
They  mourn'd  and  fought  rhe  Lord  again  ; 
CalPd  him  the  rock  of  their  abode, 
Their, high  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

Their  pray'rs  and  vows  before  him  rife 
Ah  fkte'ring  words  or  folemn  lies,, 
While  their  rebellious  tempers  prove, 
Falfe  to  his  cov'nant  and  his  love.' 

Yet  did  his  fov'reigrt  grace  forgiva 
The  men  who  not'eieierv'd  to  live  ; 
His  anger  oft  away  he  tum'd, 
Or  elfe  with  gentle  flame  it  burn'd, 

He  faw  their  flefli  was  weak  and  frail, 
He  faw  temptation  ftill  prevail  : 
ie  God  of  Abraham  Iov'd  them  ftill, 
And  led  them  to  his.  holy  hill. 


,52    *         SAL  M    LXXX. 

'     ^         is  A  L  M     LXXX. 

^prayer  under  affiiclhn  ;  or,   The 
[yard  of  God  wajleJ. 

1  f^  REAT  Shepherd  of  thine  / 

VJ    Who  didlt  between  the  cherub*  dwell, 
And  led  the  tribes,  thy  chofrn  fheep,    , 
Safe  thro*  the  de-fart  and  the  deep. 

l  Thy  church  is  in  the  defart  now, 

Shine  from  on  high,  and  guide  uj  thiough  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  rcftore, 
We  /hall  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more. 

3   Great  God,  whom  he.iv'nly  hofh  obey, 
How  long  (hall  we  lament  and  pray  ? 
And  wait  in  vain  thy  kind  return  ? 
How  long  mall  thy  fierce  anger  burn  ? 

*  Inftead  of  wine  and  chearful  bread, 
Thy  faints  with  their  own  tears  are  fed, 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  fhall  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more. 

Pause     I. 

5  Hall  thou  not  planted  with  thine  hands 
A  lovely  vine  in  Heathen  land*  ? 

Did  not  thy  pow'r  defend  it  round, 
And  heav'nly  dews  enrich  the  ground  I 

6  How  did  the  fpreading  branches  (hoot, 
And  blefs  the  nations  with  the  fruit  ? 
But  now,  dear  Lord,  look  down  and  fee 
Thy  mourning  vine,  that  lovely  tree. 

7  Why  is  its  beauty  thus  defac'd  ? 
Why  haft  thou  laid  her  fences  wailc, 
Strangers  and. foes  againll  her  join, 
And  eV'ry  beaft  devours  the  vine. 

2  Return,  almighty  God,  return  ; 
Nor  lu  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mou- 


PSALM    LXXXI.       i55 

Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  ihall  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more. 
Pause     II. 

9  Lord  when  this  vine  in  Canaan  grew, 
Thou  waft  its  ftrength  and  glory  too  ! 
Attack'd  in  vain  by  all  its  foes, 
'Till  the  fair  Branch  of Promife  rofe. 

10  Fair  Branch,  ordain'd  of  old  to  moot 
From  David's  flock,  from  Jacob's  root, 
Himfelf  a  noble  vine,  and  we 

The  lefler  branches  of  the  tree. 

1 1  'Tis  thy  own  Son,  and  he  fhall  ftand 
Girt  with  thy  ftrength  at  thy  right  hand 
Thy  firft  born  Son,  adorn'd  and  bleft 
With  pow?r  and  grace    above  the  reft. 

1 2  O  !  for  his  fake  attend  our  cry, 
Shine  on  thy  churches,  left  they  die  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  mail  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more, 

PSALM    LXXXI. 
The  warnings  of  God  to  his  peopk  ;  or,  Spirit 
tual  blcjings  and  punijhments. 

1  QING  to  &e  Lord  aloud, 

O      And  make  a  joyful  noife  ; 
God  is  our  ftrength,  our  Saviour  God. 
Let  Ifr'el  hear  his  voice. 

2  "  From  vile  idolatry 

"  Preferve  my  worfhip  clean  ; 
"  lam  the  Lord  who  fet  thee  free 
"  From  flavery  and  fin. 

3  "  Stretch  thy  defires  abroad, 

"  And  I'll  fupplv  them  well  ; 

if  ve  will  refufe  your  God, 
-  "  If  Iff-1  el  will  rebel  j 


*56         PSA  I    M     LXXXII. 

4  "  I'll  leave  thero,  fr.nn  the  Lord, 
"  To  their  own  lulls  a  prey, 

"  And  let  them  run  tiic  dan^'rous  road  ; 
"  'Tis  their  own  chofen  \\d\  . 

5  "  Yet,  O  !  that  all  my  feints 

Would  hearken  to  my  voice  ! 
Soon  I  would  eafe  their  Tore  complaints. 
And  bid  their  hearts  rejoice. 

6  "  While  I  deftroy;<l  their  foes, 
"  Vd  richly  feed  my  flock, 

"  And  they  mou!d  tafte  the  ftream  that  #ow* 
"  From  their  eternal  rock." 

PSALM     LXXXII. 

God  the  fupreme  . Governor  ;  or,  Magi  grates 

nuarned. 

1  A  MONG  th'  aflemblics  of  the  great, 
J~\    A  greater  Ruler  takes  his  feat, 
The  God  of  haav'n  as  Judge  furvcys 
Thofe  gods  on  earth,  and  all  their  ways. 

2  Why  will  ye  then  frame  wicked  laws  ? 
Or  why  fupport  th'  unrighteous  caufc  ! 
When  will  you  ence  defend  the  poor, 
That  finners  vex  :he  faints  no  more  ? 

3  They  know  not.  Lord,  nor  will  they 
Dark  are  'he  ways  in  vhich  they  go  ; 
Their  name  of  eat  vain, 
For  they  mall  fail  and  die  like  men. 

4  Arife,  O  Lord,  and  let  thy  Son 
PoiTefs  his  univcrfal  throne, 

rule  the  nations  with  his  rod  ; 
:;  our  Judj;?,  r.rd  he  our  God. 

P  S  A  h  M     LXXXIII. 
1  perfieulcn. 
I       A    ND  will   the  God  of  grare 
x\     Pcrpeaibl  filenci  keep  f 


PSALM    LXXXIV.      15; 

The  God  of  juftice  hold  his  peace, 
And  let  his  vengeance  fle«p  ? 

1  Behold,  what'Curfed  fnares 

The  men  of  mifchief  fpreas!  : 
rhe  men  that  hate  thy  faints  and  tftee 

Lift  up  their  threat'ning  head. 

;    Againft  thy  hidden  ones 

Their  counfels  they  employ, 
And  malice,  with  her  watchful  eye 

Purfues  them    to  deftroy. 

4  The  noble  and  the.  bafe 
Into  thy  paihires  leap  : 

The  lion  and  the  ftupid  afc 
Confpire  to  vex  thy  fiieep. 

5  "  Come,  let  us  join,  they  cry, 

"  To  root  them  from  the  ground. 
*TilI  not  the  name  of  faint*  remain,, 
f    "  Nor  mem'ry  {hall  be  foun^." 
p  Awake,  almighty  God, 
^  And  call  thy  wrath  to  mind  ; 
Jive  them,  like  forefls  to  the  fire^ 

Or  ftubble  to  the  wind. 

Convince  their  madnefs,  Lord, 

And  make  them  feek  thy  name  ; 
)r  elfe  their  ftubborn  rage  confeung, 

That  the^  may  die  in  fhame. 

Tien  ihall  the  nations  know      ,, 

That  glorious  dreadful  word, 
?Jiovah  is  thy  name  alone, 

And  thou  the  fov'reign  Lord. 
SALM  LXXXIV.    FirftPart.    Long  Mete* 

HT'be  pleafure  of  public  <worfiif,. 
OvV  pleafant,  how  divinefy  fair, 
O  Lord' of  tofts,  thy  d wettings  are  ! 


W     I  .XXXIV. 

■ 

P  fh  would  /  ode. 

My  j  .:  for  God  ; 

My  I  why  j  i  <ild  I  be 

^  fai  from  ail  iny  jpya  and  to 

3  The  fj  /es  where  to  jjeff, 

And  for  h?r  young  provides  a  nefi.  ; 
God  to  Tparrows  grant 
That  pleafure  which  .his  children  want  ! 

■re  the  faints  who  fit  on  hi^h 
Around  thy  throne  of  majcfty  ; 
Thy  br'rghteH  glories  fhine  above, 
And  all  their  works  is  praife  and  love. 

a|e  the  fou!s  that  find  a  place 
in  the  temple  of  thy  grace  j 

thy  pen  tier  rays, 
Au  -e,  and  ienrn  thy  praife. 

-S  BJeif  rre  the  men  whofe  hearts  are  fct  j 

To  fend  the  •<  gate  ; 

God  is  thei:  ilrcng'h  ;    and  through  the  road 
They  tan  upon  their  helper.  <  I 

iHl  >  ith  growing  ftrcngth, 
'Till  all  (hall  meet  in  heav'n  at  length; 
'Till  ail  lel'ore  thy  fice  appear, 
:  join  in  nob!a  wcrfnip  t% 

■ 
Lcmg  Metre. 

G!e  Zion  fings 
Springs 
■vith  thee  on  c 
,\rth. 


psa  l:m .  lxx&iv.     i 

I 

2  Might  i  enjoy  the  meaneft  pi 
Within^  thy  houfe,  O  Gol  of  grftce. 
Not  tents  of  eafe,  nor  thrones  of  pQwV, 
Shall  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  d,oor 

3  God  is  oar  Sun,  he  makes  our  Jay  ; 
God  is  our  (hield,  he  gaardi  6er  way 
From  all  <h'  afTauus  of  hell  and  fin, 
From  foes  without,  and  iocs  within, 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  boftpvr, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  toft? 
He  gives  us  all' things,  and  wich-holds 
No  real  good  from  upright  fouls. 

5  O  God,  our  King,. whcj^.fov'ieigu  Avay, 
The  glorious  hotfs  of  heaVn  obey, 
And  devils  at  thy  prefehce."rlee  ; 

Bleft  is  the  man  that  trufes  in  thee. 

PSALM  LXXXIV.  i,  4,  2,  ^   id. 
Paraphraied  in  Common  Metre. 
Dsligbt  in    ordinance!  of  ivorjhip   }    or,  Gcd $e- 
fe\$  in  Jits  churches. 

1  JT1  yfYToul,  how  lovely  is  the  plact 

1  V Jl      rFo  which  thy  God  reforts  \ 
'Tis  heav'n  to  fee  his  fmiling  face, 
Tho'  in  his  earthly  courts. 

2  There  the  great  Monarch  of  the  fetes 

His  laving  pow'r  difpkys 
And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes 
With  kind  and  quick'ning  rays. 

3  With  his  rich  gifts  the  he:.v'n!y  oove 

Defcends  and  fills  the  place, 
While  Chrift  reveals  his  vvcnd'rqus  love, 
And  iheds  abroad  his  grace. 

4.  .There,  mighty  God,   thy  words  do 
The  fecrets*  of  th^y  will '; 


j6c       PS  A  L  M     LXXXIV. 

And  ftill  we  feek  thy  mercy  there, 
And  iing-  thy  praifes  llill. 

Pause. 

:-/  art  and  flefh  cry  out  for  thee, 
While  far  from  thin*  abode  ; 
When  ihal!  L  tread  thy  courts  and  fee 
My  Saviour  and  my  God  r* 
C  The  fparrow  builds  herfe)f  a 
And  fufrers  no  remove  ; 

-..ike  me  like  the  fpattow  bleit. 
To  dwell  but  where  I  love. 

7  To  fit  one  day  beneath  thine  i 

And  lwar  thy  gracious  voice, 
Exceeds  a  whole  eterr.: 
Employ  "d  in  carnal  joys. 

8  Lord  at  thy  threfhold  I  would  wait, 

While  Jefut  is  within, 
Ra'her  than  fill  a  throne  of  flate, 
Or  live  in  tent*  ci  - 

9  Could  I  command  the  fpaciou-,  land, 

And  the  more  boundlefs  lea, 
For  one  blefl  hour  at  thy  right-hand, 

1V1  give  theai  both  away. 
S  A  L  M  LXXXIV.  as  the  i4Sth  Pfal 

"Z  for  t^>e  k°ufe  CJ  ' 

1  T      OKD  cf  che  worlds  above, 

J j     How  pleatan;  and  ho>Y  fair 

The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 

Thy  earthly  temples  are! 

thine  abode 

My  heart  afpires, 

With  warm  defires, 

To  fee  my  God. 

2  The  fparrow  foe  her  young 

fetkl  inert; 


PSALM    LXXXVI.      163 

And  gTace  defending  from  on  high 
Fxefh  hopes  of  glory  mall  afford. 

2  Mercy  and  tru'h  on  earth  are  met, 
Since  Chrift  the  Lord  came  down  from  heaven  f 
By  his  obedience  fo  compleat, 
Tuftice  is  pleas'dj'and  peace  is  given. 

5  Now  truth  and  honour  (hall  abound, 
Religion  dwell  on  earth  again, 
And  heav'nly  influence  blefs  the  ground 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentle  reign. 

4  His  righteoufnefs  is  gone  before, 
To  give  us  free  accefs  to  God  ; 
Our  wand'ring  feet  mall  ilray  no  more, 
But  mark  his  Heps,  and  keep  the  road. 

PSALM    LXXXVI.  8 13. 

A  general  fong  §f  praife  to  God. 
MONG  the  princes,  earthly  gods, 


A 


There's  none  hath  pow'r  divine  ; 
Nor  is  their  nature,  mighty  Lord, 
Nor  are  their  works  like  thine. 

2  The  nations  thou  haft  made,  fhall  bring 

Their  off'rings  round  thy  throne  -: 
Fcr  thou  alone  doil  wond'rous  things, 
For  thou  art  God  alone. 

3  Lord,  I  would  walk  with  holy  feet  j 

Teach  me  thine  heav'nly  ways. 
And  my  ^oor  fcatter'd  thoughts  unite 
In  God  my  Father's  praife. 

4  Great  is  thy  mercy,  and  my  tongue 

Shall  thofe  fweet  wonders  tell, 
How  by  thy  grace  my  finking  foul 
Role  from  the  deeps  of  hell. 


164     PSALM     LXXX 
P»S  A  L  M    lxxxvu. 

72/  rW£  the  birth-place  of  the  faint  $  ;  or,  Je 
and  GcntiJes  a//////*  /*  tht    cbriftian  Church. 

1  /^  OD  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 

V_X     Foundations  for  his  hea"'niy  praife  : 
He  likes  the  tents  of  Jacob  v. 
But  flil!  in  Zjon  loves  to  dwell. 

2  His  mercy  viurs  every  houfc 

That  pays  their  night  and    morning  vows  -y 

Eat  makes  a  more  delightful 

.Where  churches  meet  to  praife  and  pray. 

3  What  glories  were  defcrib'd  of  old  ? 
What  wonders  are  of  Zion  told  ? 
Thou  city  of  our  God  b 

Thy  fame  fhall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know. 

4  Egypt  and  7J/*/,  an^  £r*^  and  JVw, 

Shall  there  begin  .ew  : 

Angels  and  men  ma!' join  to  fine 
The  hill  where  living  waters  fpring. 
hen  God  makes  up  his  lart  account 
Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 
'Twiil  be  an  honour  to  appear 
As  one  new-born  or  nDurifh'd  there. 

PSALM  LXXXIX.     Firft  Part. 
. 
The  covenant  made  •-•.  or,    The    true 

David. 

I    TT,^r^  evw  QM  my  fong  record 

JP      Th-  rfuth  atid  m^rcy-of  the  Lord  ; 

Mercy  an  3 

Like  heav'n,  eltablifh'd  by  hi<  hand. 

•ohis  S<3n,  he  fware,  and 
i«    ,  l  If, 

t*  I  .  ive, 

ry  and  gra:: 


PSALM    LXXXIX.       16  5 

"  Be  thou  my  prophet,  thou  my  Pried  ; 
"  Thy  children  fhaH  be  ever  bleft  ; 
"  Thou  art  my  chofen  King  ;  thy  throne, 
*<  Shall  ftand  eternal  like  my  own. 

"There's  none  of  all  my  fons  above 

"  So  much  my  image  or  my  love  : 

"  Celeftial  po\v;rs  thy  fubjecls  are, 

•'  Then  what  can  earth  to  thee  compare  ? 

"  Davia V  my  fervant,  whom  I  chcfe  . 
if  To  guard  my  flock,  to  crufh  my  foes,   f 
"  And  rais'd  him  to  the  Jeivip  throne, 
"  Was  but  a  fhadow  cf  my  Son." 

Now  let  the  church  rejoice  and  fing, 
jefus  her  Saviour  and  her  King  ; 
Angels  his  heav'nly  wonders  mow, 
And  'faints  declare  his  works  .below. 
V  S  -A  L'  fvl    LXXXIX.     Firji  Fart, 
Common  Metre. 
The  faithfulnefs  of  God. 

MY  never-ceafing  (bngs  mall  {how 
The  mercies  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  make  fucceeding-  ages  know 

How  faithful  is  his  word. 
The  facred  truths  his  lips  pronounce 

Shall  firm  as  heav'n  endure.  : 
And   if   he  fpeak  a  promife  once, 

Th'  eternal  grace  is  fure, 
How  long  the  race  of  David  held 

The  promis'd  Jenxijb  throne  ! 
But  there's  a  nobler  ccv'nant  feal'd 

To  David's  greater  Son. 
His  feed  forever  mail  poflefs 

A  throne  above  the  fkies  ; 
The  meanefl  fubject  of  hi*  grace 

Shall  to  that  glory  rife. 


4  66       PSALM     LXXXIX, 

5  Lord  Gcv!  oi  by  wondYom  ways    « 

<   Tung  by  1. lints  above, 
And  faints  on  earth  their  honours  raife 
To  thy  unchanging  love. 

PSALM     LXXXIX,  ver.  7, 

Second   Part. 

The  poiutr  and  majeJJy    cf   God  \     or,   R;%, 
rential  tuiQfJhip. 

«   ¥  T  7ITH  rev'rence  let  the  faints  * 
VV       And  bow  before  the  Lord, 
His  high  commands  \vi:h  rev'rence  hearw-  . 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

2  How  terrible  thy  glories  be  ; 

How  bright  thine  armies  fhine  ! 
Where  is  the  power  that  vies  with  thee  ? 
Or  truth  compar'd  to  thine  ? 

3  The  Northern  pole  and  Southern  red 

On  thy  fuppurting  hand  ; 
Darkneis  and  day  from  Eajr  to  TV, ft 
Move  round  at  thy  command. 

4.  Thy  word  the  raging  winds  controul, 
And  rule  the  boift'rous  deep  1 
Thou  ma!*ft  the  fleeping  billows  roll,      , 
The  rolling  billows  ileep. 

5  Heav'n,  earth  and  air,  and  i' 

And  the  d  irk  world  of  heH"; 
How  did  ;hine  arm  in  vengeance  Qui 
When  Egypt  durit  rebel. 

6  Juftice  and  judgment  are  thy 

Yot  Mon4Vous  is  thy  ^racc  ; 

e  tfuta  and  mercy  j 
near  thy   face. 


PSALM    LXXXIX.       167 

S  A  L  M     LXXXIX.    ver.   15,  fcfr. 

Third  Part. 

A  blejid  go/pel. 

[>LEST  are  the  fouls  that  hear  and  know 
J     The  gofpel's  joyful  found  ; 
eace  fhall  attend  the  paths  they  go, 
And  light  their  fteps  furround. 

*heir  joy  fhall  bear  their  fpirits  up, 

Thro*  their  Redeemer's  name  ; 
lis  righteoufnefs  exalts  their  hope. 

Nor  fatan  dares  condemn- 

lie  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence, 
Strength  and  falvation  gives  : 
Vtly  thy  King  forever  reigns, 
Thy  God  forever  lives. 
S  A  L  M    LXXXIX.     ver.  l9,  &c. 

Fourth  Part, 
M't  mediatorial  kingdom  ;  or,  His  divine  dttti 
human  nature* 

'J  EAR  what  the  Lord  in  vifion  faid, 
X     And  made  his  mercy  known  : 
Sinners,  behold,  your  help  is  laid 
"  On  my  almighty  Son." 

:hold  the  man  my  vvifdom  chofe 

Among  your  mortal  race  ! 

is  head  with  holy  oil  o'erflows, 

The  Spirit  of  my  grace. 

gh  (hall  he  reign  on  Da<vid\  throne* 

My  people's  better  King  ; 

y  arm  (hall  beat  his  rivals  down, 

And  ftill  new  fubje&s  bring. 

t  truth  (hall  ruard  him  in  flis  way^ 
Wkh  mercy  oy  his  fide, 
ule  in  my'riame  thro'  earth  and  feaf 
ie  (hail  in  triumph  ride. 


1 68      PSALM    LXXXIX. 

5  Me  for  his  Father  and  his  GoJ, 
He    ftiall  forever  own, 
Call  me  his  rock,  his  high  abode, 
And  I'll  fupporr  my  Son. 

6  My  firftT>orn  Son  array'd  in  grace, 

At  my  right  hand  fhafl  fit  ; 
Beneath  him  angels  know,  their  place , 
And  Monarchs  at  his  feet. 

7  My  cov'nant  ftands  forever  fart. 

My  promifes  are  ftrong  ; 
Firm  as  the  heav'ns  his  throne  fhall  ialt, 
His  feed  endure  as  long. 

PSALM     LXXXIX.  ver.  30.  cV. 

Fifth   Part. 

The  czvenant  cf grace  unchangeable  ;  or,  Affile- 
ticn    ivithcut    rejection. 

I   \JYT£  (faith  the  Lord)  if  David's  race, 
*       The  children  of  my  Son, 
Should  break  my  laws,  abufe  my  grace, 
And  temprmme  anger  down. 

2  Their  fins  I'll  vifit  with  the  rod, 
And  make  their    folly  fmart  ; 
But  I'll  not  ceafe  to  be  their  God, 
Nor  from  my  truth  depart. 

a.  My  cov'nant  I  will  ne'er  revoke,  . 
3ut    keep  my  grace  in  mind  ; 
And  what  eternal  love  hath  fpoke, 
Eternal  truth  ihall  bind. 

4.  Once'have  Ifworn,  (I  need  no  more) 

And  pledg'd  my  holinefs. 

•    1  promife  fure 
To  David  and  his  race. 

5   The  fan  fhall  fee  his  offspring  rife, 
fpread  from  fet  to  (est, 


PSALM    LXXXIX.        k63 

Long  as  he  travels  round  rhe  fluej 

To  give  the  nations  day. 
6  Sure  as  the  moon  that  rules  the  night, 

His  kingdom  (hall  endure, 
Till  the  ffxM  laws  of  (hade  and  light 

Shall  be  obferv'd  no  more. 

PSALM     LXXXIX.     ver.  47,  0\, 
Sixth  Part.     Long  Metrt. 
Mortality  and  hope. 
A  funeral  Pfalm. 
1   TJ  EMEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  Gate,  " 
J\.  How  frail  our  life,  how  fhort  the  date  I 
Where  is  the  man  that  draws  his  breath 
Safe  from  difeafe,  fecure  from  death  ? 

5  Lord,  while  we  fee  whoie  nations  die, 
Our  flelh  and  fenfe  repine  and  cry, 
<«  Muft  death  forever  rage  and  reign  ! 
"  Or  haft  rhoru  made  mankind  in  vain  1& 

3  Where  i»  thy  promife  to  the  juft  ? 
Are  not  thy  fervants  turn'd  to  duft  ? 
But  faith  forbids  thefe  mournful  iighs, 
And  fees  the  fleeping  dull  arife. 

4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day, 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  faints  away, 
And  clears  the  honour  of  thy  word  : 
Awake  our  fouls,  and  blefs  the  Lord. 
PSALM    LXXXIX.    ver.  47,  cifr, 

Laft  Part.     As  the  113th  Ffaim, 
Life,  death,  and  the  rejurrt&iott. 
1   *T*HINK,  mighty  God  on  feeble  man  ; 
\    How  few  his  hours !  how  fhort  his  fpan  ! 
Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave  ! 
Who  can  fecure  his  vital  breath 
Againft  the  bold  demands  of  death, 
With  fkiil  to  fly,  or  pew'-r  to  fave,  > 
P 

I 


2  Lord  /hall  it  be  fortver  Hud, 

"  The  race  of  man  waa  only  made 

44   ForfickruTs,  forrow,  l 
Are  not  thy  fervants  day  by  day 
ije.it  to  the  I  turn'd  to  cby  ! 

Lord  w  fs  to  the  juil  f 

thou  not  promia'd  to  thy  Son, 
And  all  his  feed  a  heav'nly  crown  ? 

Bat  fle'fh  and  fenfc  indulge  defpair  : 
Forever  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 
That  faith  can  read  his  holy  word, 

A'nd  Hnd  a  refjrreclion  there. 

4  Forever  blefied  be  the  Lord, 

Who  gives  his  faints  a  long  reward, 

For  all  their  toil,  reproach  and  pain  : 
Let  a?l  below,  and  all  above, 
Join  to  proclaim  thy  wond'rous  love, 

And  each  repeat  a  loud  Amen. 

PSALM     XC.     Long  Metre. 
/»/««  mortal,  and  did  eternal. 
A  mournful  fong   at  a  funeral. 
i    nr^HRO'  ev'ry  age,  eternal  God, 

1  Thou  art  our  reit,  our  fafe  abode  : 
High  was  thy  throne  e'er  heav'n  wai  made 
Or  earth  thy  humble  footflool  laid. 

i  reign'd  e'er  rime  began, 
hioa'd  to  a  man  ; 

;Jom  foal!  endur- 
i  time  fhall  be  no  more. 

mn,is  born  to 
up  of  t;uilt  and  vanity  : 

tee,  Lord,  v.; 
',  :e  the  dud. 
an  amount 


PS  AIM    XC  iri 

Like  yefterday's  departed  light, 
Or  the  laft  watch  of  ending  night.] 
Pause. 

5  Death,  like  an  overflowing  iream, 
Sweeps  us  away  ;  oar  life's  a  dream  ; 
An  empty  tale  ;  a  morning  flow'r 
Cut  down  and  wither'd  in  an  hour. 

[6  Our  age  to  feventy  years  is  fet  ; 

How  fliort  the  term  !  how  frail  the  ftate  f 

And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive, 

We  rather  figh  and  groan  than  live. 

7  But  O  !  how  oft  thy  wrath  appears, 
And  cuts  off" our  expected  years  ! 
Thy  wrath  awakes  out  humble  dread  : 
We  fear  that  pow'r  that  {bikes  us  dead.] 

S  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man  ; 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  our  fpapi 
'Till  a  wife  care  of  piety 
Fit  us  to  die,  and  dwell  with  thee. 

PSALM    XC.     1—5.     Firjl-  P,,rf. 
Common  Metre. 

Mxn  frail,  and  G?d  eicmnL 

1  ^"Y^  God,  our  help  in  ages  pad, 
\J     Our  hope  for  years  to  come. 
Our  ftielter  from  the  ftormy  biail, 

And  oar  eternal  home. 

2  Under  the  Ihadow  cf  thy  throne, 

Thy  ftintb  have  dwell  {a 

Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone,  j 

And  our  defence  is  iure. 

\  Before  the  hills  in  order  flodtT, 
Or  earth  recei'-'d  Her  frarT, 
From  eve'rlafting  thou  arc  Gcci, 
To  endrefs  years  Ike  fame. 


372         PSALM    XC. 

4  Thy  word  commands  oar  flefli  to  dun\ 

Ret  urn,  ye  fens  of  men  ; 
All  nations  rofe  from  earth  at  firft, 
And  turn  to  earth  again. 

5  A  thoufand  ages  in  thy  fight 

Are  like  an  ev"nin£gone  ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  nigh' 
Before  the  riling  fun. 

[6  The  bufy  tribe?  of  flcOi  and  blood, 
With  all  their  lives  and  cares, 
Are  carry'd  downwards  by  the  flood, 
Aod  loft  in  foU'wing  years. 

7  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  ltream, 

Bears  all  it's  ions  away  ; 

They  fly, forgotten  as  a  dream 

Dies  ut  the  op'ning  day. 

8  Like  flow'ry  fields  the  nations  ftand, 

Kleas'd  with  the  morning  light  ; 
The  flow'rs  beneath  the  mower's  hand, 

Lie  with'ring  e'er  'tis  night.] 
q  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  c 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  }aft, 

And  our  eiernal  home. 

PSALM    XC.  8,  n,  9,  io.  12 

Second  Part.  Common  Metre. 

infirmities  and  mortality  the  eftel  of  fin  ;  or,  Lf 
old  avey  *nd  preparation  for  death. 

I    T     ORD,  if  thine  eyes  furvey  our  faults, 

1    j      And  juftice  grow  fevere, 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thcu~ 

And  burns  beyor,4  our  fear. 
1  Thin*  anger  turns  our  frame  to  dufl  ; 
By  oik  offtnee  :c  thee. 


F  S  AL  M     XC.        vi%2 

Adam,  with  all  his  Tons,  have  \U\ 
Their  immortality. 

3  Life  like  a  vain  anvufement  fiie?. 

A  fable  or  a  fong  ; 
By  fwift  degrees  our  nature  dies, 
Nor  can  our  joys  be  long. 

4  'Tis'but  a  few  whofe  days  amount 

To  threefcore  years  and  ten  ; 
And  all  beyond  that  fkcr:  account 
Is  fdrrow,  toil  and  pain. 

[5   Our  vitals  with  laborious  fhife 
Bear  up  the  crazy  load, 
And  drag  thofe  poor  remains  of  life 
Along  the  tirefome  road.] 

6  Almighty  God,  reveal  thy  love, 

And  not  thy  wrath  alone  j 

O  let  our  fweet  experience  prove 

The  mercies  of  thy  throne. 

7  Our  fouls  would  learn  the  heav'niy  art 

T'  improve  the  hours  we  have, 
That  we  may  a&  the  wifer  part, 
And  live  beyond  the  grave. 

PSALM     XC.  ver.  13,  ci>V.    Third  ?*. 
Common  Metre. 

Breathing  ofler  heaven. 

1    13  ETURN,  O  God  of  love,  return  ; 
Jt\»      Eirth  is  a  tirefome  place  ; 
How  long  mail  we,  thy  children,  mourn 
Our  abfence  from  thy  face  ? 

2  Let  heav'n  fucceed  our  painful  y. 

Let  fin  and  for  row  ceafe, 

And  in  proportion  to  our  tears,. 

So  make  our  joys  incre;.^. 


tft        PSALM    XC. 

3  Thy  wonders  to  thy  fervants  fhow, 

Make  thy  own  work  complete  ; 
Then  mall  our  iouls  thy  glory  know. 
And  own  thy  love  waj  great. 

4  Tht«  fhall  we  (hine  before  thy  throne 

In  all  ttS  beauty,  Lord  ; 
And  the  poor  fervice  we  have  done 
Meet  a  divine  reward."  ,      ^ 

PSALM     XC.    fc   ip/Vik.    SliorAfetre 
The  frailty   and  Jbartnefs  of 

I   T   ORD  what  a  feeble  piece 

Is  this  our  mortal  frame  ? 
Our  life  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 

That  fcarce  deferves  the  name. 

♦2  Alas  !  the  brittle  clay 

That  built  our  body  firft  ! 
And  ev'ry  month  and  ev'ry  day 

mould'ring  back  to  duft. 

3  Oar  mrmv-n's  fly  apace, 

Nor  will  our  minute-  flay  ; 
;.ke  a  flood  our  hafty  days 
Are  fweeping  us  away. 

*  ill,  if  our  days  mud  fly, 
Well  keep  their  end  in  fight  ; 
";1  fpend  them  all  in  wifdom*s  way, 
And  let  them  fpeed  their  flight. 

r  They'll  waft  ui  fooner  o'er 
This  life'?  tempeftuous  fea  : 

B  iTiall  reach  the  peaceful  more 
Of  blelt  eternity. 
PSALM     XCL     1—7.    Firft  P<vt. 
Safety  in.  pubtrc  difeafei  and   4eu 

HE  that  ha'h  made  hit  refuge  Go&> 
find  a  moft  fecurc  abod«  ; 


a    a    lj     *.» 


Shall  \valk  all  day  beneath  his  {Lade. 
And  these  at  night  (hall  reit  hii  head. 

!  Then  will  I  fay,  u  My  God,  thy  pow'r 
•'  Shall  be  my  fortrefs  and  my  tow'r  ; 
•c  I  that  am  form'd  of  feeble  dull, 
tk  Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  truft." 

3  Thrice  happy  man  !  thy  Maker's  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  fowler's  fnare, 
Satan  the  fowler,  who  betrays 
Unguarded  foals  a  thoufand  ways. 

4  Juft  as  a  hen  protects  her  brood, 

From  bird's  of  prey  that  feek  their  blood. 
Under  her  feathers,  fo  the  Lord 
Makes  his  own  arm  hi?  people's  guard. 

5  If  burning  beams  of  noon  confpire 
To  dapt  a  peftilentia!  fire, 

God  is  their  life,  his  vvir>gs  are  fpread 
To  lhield  them  with  an  healthful  made, 

6  If  vapours  with  malignant  breith 
Rife  thick  and  fcatter  midnight  death, 
Ifr'il  is  fafe  :   the  poifon'd  air 
Grows  pure,  if  Ifr'el's  God  be  there- 


7  What  tho'  a  thoufand  at  thy  fide, 
At  thy  right  hand  ten  thoufand  dy'd, 
T»hy  God  his  chofen  people  faves 
Among  the  dead,  arnidft  the  graves, 

|  So  when  he  fent  his  angel  down, 
To  make  hi<  wrarh  in  Egypt  known  - 
And  flew  their  fons,  his  careful  eye 
Pafs'd  all  the  doors  of  Jaccb  by. 

$  Cat  if  the  fire,  or  plague,  or  fword, 
Receive  commiffion  from  the  Lord, 


XT*         PSALM  :XCK  .    ,<*\ 

To  flrike  his  funts  among  the  reft, 
Their  very  pains  and  deaths  arc 

10  The  {word,  the  peftilence,  or  fire, 
Shall  but  fulfil  their  beft  defire  ; 
From  (ins  and  forrow  fet  them  free, 
And  bring  thy  children,  Lord,  to  thcr. 

PSALM     XCI.     9—16.     Second  Part, 

f rite  Si  on  from  death,   guard  of  angels,  vifiory 
and  deliveraitit. 

i   V"E  ions  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 
*       Expos 'd  to  tv'ry  fnare, 
Come  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling  place, 
And  try,  and  trurt  his  care. 

2  No  ill  mall  enter  where  you  dwell  ; 

Or  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 
And  fweep  the  wicked  down  to  hell* 
'Twill  raife  his  faints  on  high. 

3  He'll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 

Your  feet  in  all  their  ways  ; 
To  watch  y«ur  pillow  while  you  fleep, 
And  guard  your  happy  days. 

4  Their  hands  fhall  bear  you,  leafl  you  &li 

And  dafh  againft  the  ftories  ; 

Are  they  not  iervants  at  his  call, 

Arid  fcnt  t*  attend  his  fons  > 

r  Adders  and  lions  ye  £hall  tread  ; 
The  tempter's  wiles  defeat  ; 
He  that  hath  broke  the  ferpent's  head, 
Puts  him  beneath  your  feet. 

6  M  Becaufe  on  me  they  fet  their  love, 
M  I'll  fave  them  (faith  the  Lord) 
«c  I'll  bear  their  joyful  fouls  above 
"  Ddtru&ion  and  the  fwar<L 


PSALM      XCII.  zyy 

7  *'  My  grace  (hall  anfwer  when  they  call  ; 
•'  In  trouble  I'll  be  nigh  ; 
94  My  pow'r  {hall  help  them  when  they  fall,, 
M  And  raife  them  when  they  die. 

$  "  Thofe  that  on  earth  my  name  have  known 
"  I'll  honour  them  in  heav'n  ; 
u  There  my  falvation  ihall  be  mown, 
"  And  endlefs  life  be  given." 

PSALM     XCH.  Flrjl  Part. 

A  pf aim  for  the  Lord's    day. 

i    QWEET  is  the  vvork,  my  God,  my  King, 
1JT0  praife  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  ling. 
To  mew  thy  lave  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  uf  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  facred  reft, 

No  mortal  cares  fhall  feixe  my  breaft  ,• 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  folemn  found  ! 

3  My  heart  fhall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  blefs  his  works,  and  hlefs  his  word  ; 
Thy  works  of  grace  how  bright  they    mine  I 
How  deep  thy  counfels  !  how  divine  ! 

4  Fools  never  raife'  their  thoughts  fo  high  ; 
Like  brutes  they  live,,  like  brutes  they  die. 
Like  grafs  they  rlourim,  'till  thy  breath 
Blalt  them  in  everlafting  death. 

5  But  I  (hall  mare  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refm'd  my  hearr* 
And  frefh  fupplies  of  joy  are  fned, 
like  holy  oil,  to  chear  my  head. 

®V  (my  worft  enemy  before) 

\i\l  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  mor    . 

•ard  foes  fhaH  all  be  flain, 
or  fatan  break  my  peace  again, 


■  7«  PSALM     XCII. 

7  Then  (hall  I  fee,  and  hear,  and  know", 
All  I  dcfir'd,  or  wifVd  belc/. 
And  ev'ry  pow'r  find  fweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

PSALM  XCII.  ver.   12.  tfr.  Strwd  P**. 

Toe  church  is  the  garden  r,f  God. 
I    T     ORD,  'tis  a  pleafant  thing  to  ftand 
I    A   In  gardens  planted  by  thine  hand 
Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  feen 
Like  a  young  Cedar,  frefh  and  green. 

z  There  grow  thy  faints  in  faith  and  Jove.. 
Bleft  with  thy  influence  from  above  ; 
Not  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees 
Yields  fuch  a  comely  fight  as  thefe. 

3  The  plants  of  grace  mall  ever  live  : 
(Nature  decays  but  grace  mint  thrive) 
Time,  that  doth  all  things  elfe  impair, 
Still  makes  them  flourifh  ftrong  and  fair* 

4  Laden  with  fruits  of  age,  thry  mew, 
The  Lord  is  holy,  juil  and  true  : 
><one  that  attend  his  gates  fhall  fiad 
A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 

PSALM    XCIII.     ill  Metre,  aij»e 
100th  Pfilm.  -.W 

The  eternal  and  JvveYeign  G»d. 
I    JEHOVAH  reigns ;  he  dwells  in  light; 

J    Girded  with  majefty  and  might  : 

The  world  created  by  his  hands  |  * 

Still  on  its  nrll  foundation  tlanus, 
z  But  e'er  this  fpacious  world  was  made, 

Or  had  its  firil  foundations  laid, 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  fioou, 

Thy  felf  the  eyerliving  God. 
3  Like  floods  the  angry  nation? 

And  aim  their  rage  againit  the 


P  S  .A  L  M    XC1II.  179 

Vain  floods,  that  aim  their  rage  fo  high  ! 
At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

For  ever  fhall  thy  throne  endure  ; 
Thy  promife  ftand*  forever  fure  ; 
And  everlalling  holinefs 
Becomes  the  dwelling   of  thy  grace. 

PSALM     XCIII.    2d  Metre. 

As  the  Old   50th  Pfalm.  'Lhigh  ; 

THE  Lord  of  glory  reigns ;  he  reigns  on 
His  robes  of  Hate  are  ftrength  &  majefty  j 
'his  wide  creation  rofe  at  his  command  ; 
uilt  by  his  word,  and  'ftabrifh'd  by  his  hand  : 
eng  ftood  his  throne  e'er  he  began  creation, 
>nd  his  own  Godhead  is  the  firm  foundation. 

God  is  th*  eternal  King  :  Thy    foes  in   vain 
aife  their  rebellion  to  confound  thy  reign  : 
1  vain  the  ftorms,  in  vain  the  floods  arife, 
Lnd  roar,  and  tofs  their  waves  againft  the  fltiesj 
oaming  at  heav'n,  they  rage  with    wild    coin- 
I    motion,  (ocean, 

it  heav*n's  high  arches   fcorn    the    fwelling 

Ye  tempefts  rage  no  more  ;'  ye  floods  be  ftill^ 
ad  ma  mad  world  fubmiffive  to  his  will  : 
lilt  on  his  truth,  his  church  muftever  ftand  : 
rm  are  his  promifes,  and  ftrong  his  hand  .* 
e  his  own  fons,  when  they  appear  before  him, 
ft at  his  foot-ftool,  and-  with  fear  adore  him. 

S  A  L  M     XCIIT.     3d  Metre,   as   the  OU 
I  2  2d  Pfalm, 

THE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
And  royal  ftate  maintains, 
is  head  with  awful  glories  crown'i  3 
i  Array 'd  in  robes  of  light, 
Begirt  with  ibv'reign  might, 
nd  rays  of  m',  jef:)'  areanoK 


i8o  PSALM     XC1V. 

2  Upheld  by  thy  commands      * 
The  world  fecurely  fbnds-; 

^nd  Hcies  and  irars  obey  thy  word  ; 

Th  v  throne  was  fix'd  on  high, 

Before  the  ftarry  fir*; 
Eternal  is  thy  kingdom,  Lord. 

3  In  vain  the  noify  crowd. 
Like  billows  fierce  and  loud, 

Againft  thine  empire  rage  and  roar  j 

In  vain  with  angry  fpite 

The  furly  nations  fight, 
And  dafh  like  waves  againft  the  mort, 

4  Let  floods  and  nations  rage, 
And  ail  their  pow'rs  engage, 

Let.  fwelling  tides  affault  the  Iky  ; 

The  terrors  of  thy  frown 

Shall  beat  their  madnefs  down  ; 
Thy  throne  forever  ftanOs  on  high. 

5  Thy  promifes  are  true, 
Thy  grace  is  ever  new  ; 

There  fix'd  thy  church  fhall  ne'er  remove  ; 

Thy  faints  with  holy  fear 

Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 
And  fing  thine  everlalling  love. 
[Repeat  the  fourth  jianza  :*  conflict  the  tunt.) 

PALM     XCIV.     |a    2,7—14.     Firft  Part: 
Saints  chajlifed,  and  finncrt  dc/lroysJ  ;     orf  In- 

JlrwlNxti  cfii3icnt. 
i    /^V   GOD  \  to  whom  revenge  belongs, 
V_/   Proclaim  thy  wraih  aloud  ; 
Let  fov'rcign  pow'r  redrefs  our  wrongs. 
Let  juftice  fmite  the  proud. 

2  Thev  fay,  u  The  Lord  nor  fees  nor 
When  will  the  fools  be  wife  > 
Can  ^c  be  deaf,  who  forrn'd  their  ears  f 
Or  blind,  *ho"»ade  their  ty< 


p.  s  a  l  m  xciv.      m 

He  knows  their  impious  thoughts  are  vain, 

And  they  (hall  fee)  his  pow'r  ; 
His  wrath  mall  pierce  their. fouls  witU  pain, :• 

In  fome  furpriiing  hour. 

But  if  thy  faints  deferve  rebuke 

Thou  haft  a  gentler  rod  ; 
Thy  providences  and  thy  book 

Shall  make  them  know  their  God; 

Bkit  is  the  man  thy  hands  chaftife, 

And  to  his  duty  draw..* 
Thy  fcourges  make  thy  children  wife,'         t 

When  they  forget  thy  law. 

I  But  God  will  ne'er  caft  off  his  faints/ 
Nor  his  own  promife  break  • 
He  pardons  his  inheritance 
For  their  Redeemer's  fake. 
'SAL  M     XCIV.     16—23.     Second  Far\. 
pod  our  fupport  and  comfort  ;  or,  dd'wercmxi 
from  temptation  and  perfecution. 

WHO  will  arife  and  plead  my  right 
Againft  my  num'rous  foes, 
While  earth  and  hell  their  force  unices 

And  all  my  hopes  oppofe. 
fi  Had  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  help, 

Suftain'd  my  fainting  head. 
My  life  had  now  in  filence  dwelfc, 

My  foul  amongft  the  dead. 
Alas,  my  fliding  feet  !  I  cry'd, 

Thy  promife  was  my  prop  ; 
Thy  grace  flood  conitant  by  my  fide-, 

Thy  fpirit  bore  me  up. 
While  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts 

Within  my  bofom  roll. 
Thy  boundlefs  love  forgives  my  fauit*, 

Tly  comforts  chear  my  foal. 


it*        psalm    xcv, 

5  Pow'r<  of  iniquity  may 

pernicious  I 
But  Gcd  my  refuge  rul< 
He  will  defend  my  caufe. 

6  Let  mnlice  vent  her  rage  aloud   ; 

Let  bold    blafphemera  fcofr  ; 
The  Lord  our  God  /hall  judge  the  proud, 
And  cut  the  finners  off.  . 

PSALM     XCV.     Common  Metre. 
A  p/alm  before  prayer. 

1  QING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 
O  -And  in  his  ftrenglh  rejoice  ; 
When  his  falvation  is  cur  theme-. 

Exalted  be  our  voice. 

2  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  fight, 

•  And  pf;.!;n.9  of  honour  fing  ; 
The  Lord's  2  Gcd  of  boundlefs  might, 
Tiu  whole  creation's  King. 

3  Let  princes- hear,  let  angels  knew, 

How.  mean  their  nature  feein, 
Thofs'gods  on  high,  and  gods  below, 
once  compar'd  with  him. 

4  Earth  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep, 

Lies  in   his  fpaciccs  hand  ; 
He  lix'd  the  fees  what  bounds  to  keep, 

And  where  the  hills  mo't  ltaud. 
c   Come,  and  with  humble  fouls  adore, 

Come  kneel  before  his  face  ; 
O  may  the  creatures  of  his  pow'r, 

Be   children  cf  his  grace. 

: 

tj  waits  for  your  requeft  ; 
«  -,  leli  he  roufe  his  wrath. 
"Ye  (hall  □  reft." 


E  S  A  L  M'  XCV.  lS3 

PS  A  L  M     XCV.     Short  Metre. 
^  pfalm  before  fermvi. 

C^OME,  found  his  praife    abroad, 
4     And  hymns  of  glory  fine  ; 
ehov;ih  is  the  fov'reign  God,"     > 

The  univerfal  Kino-. 

He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown  ; 
^  He  gave  the  feas  their  bound  -' 
'he  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own, 

And  all  the  folid  ground. 

Come,  wor/hip  at  his  throne, 

Come  bow  before  the  Lord  ;  ■. 
re  are  his  works,  and  not  our  owa  : 
He  form'd  us  by  his  wprd. 
To  day  attend  his  voice, 
Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  • 
•me  like  the  people  of  h-s  choice, 
jAndown  your  gracious  God. 
But  if  your  ears  refufe 
rhe  language  of  his  grace, 

rh^rtlgT°W  hard'  hks  m^tn  7W 
i  hat  unbelieving  race.  ^ 

Snr?rC!-In,Ven"eanced^fl, 
Villhftlus  hand  and  fwear, 
^outhataefpifemyproniis;dr£f} 

ohall  have  no  portion  there  " 
"S  ALU    XCV.     ,,  2,  h6_lu 

i-ong  Metre. 
»«*»  loft  through   unbelief*   0'     J  ■ 

to  delaying  ftnners,  * 

]°AthA?ar  V°ices i°in  to  raife 


1 84         PSAL  M     XCVI. 

2  Come,  let  our  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
Who  frain'd  our  natures  with  hi*   word  : 
He  is  our  fhepherd  ;  we  the  fhecp 

His  mercy  chofe,  his  nurtures  keep. 

3  Come  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day, 
The  counfels  of  his  love  obey  ; 
Nor  let  our  hardeti'd  hearts  renew 
The  fin    and  plagues  that  IjVel  knew. 

4  7/rW,  that  faw  his  works  of  grace, 
Yet  tempt  their  Mr.ker  to  his  face; 
A  fekblefi  unbelieving  brood, 
That  tirM  the  patience  of  their  God. 

5  Thus  faith  the  Lord,  "  How  falfe  they  prove  \ 
41  Forget  my  pow'r,  abufe  my  love  ; 

"  Since  they  cefpife  my  reft,  I  fwear, 
t4  Their  feet  fhall  never  enter  there." 

[6  Look  baft:,  rry  foul,  with  holy  dread. 
And  view  thole  ancient  rebels  dead   j 
Attend  the  ofFer'd  grace  to-day, 
Nor  loie  the  olefiing  by  delay. 

-  Seize  the  kind  promifc  while  it  wait€j 
And  march  to  Zion's  heav'nly  gates  ; 
Believe,  and  tafte  die  Bfpfeut'a  reft  ; 
Obey  and  be  forever  bleft.] 

PSALM     XCVL     i,   io,  %. 
Common  Metre. 
Chrid'e  frfl  and  fecond  coming. 
2    Q  IKG  to  the  Lord,  ye  diflant  land?, 
^   Ye  tribes  of  ev'ry  tongue  ; 
His  new  jdiicover'd  grace  deman 
A  new  and  nobler  fong. 
^  Sav  to  the  nations,  Jefus  reigru, 
God's  own  almighty  Son  ; 
H  s  pow'r  the  finking  world  fufhins, 
1  grace  furrcunds  hi*  throne* 


P  S  A  L  M    XCVI.  **5 

3  Let  heav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 

Joy  thro'  ,the  earth  be  feen  ; 

Let  cities  ihine  in  bright  array, 

And  fields  in  chearfal  green. 

4  Let  an  unufual  joy  furprife 

The  i Hands  of  the  fea  : 
Ye  mountains  fink,  ye  vallies  rife, 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

5  Behold  he  comes,  he  comes  to  blefs 

The  nations  as  their  God  ; 
To  lhew  the  world  his  righteoufcefsj 
And  lead  hi-  truth  abroad. 

>6  But  when  his  voice  (hail  raife  the  dead* 
And  bid  the  world  draw  near,    ' 
How  will  the  guilty  nations  dread, 
To  fee  their  judge  appear  ? 
P  S  A  L  M     XCVI.     As  the    1 13th 

THe  Gcd  of  the  Gentiles. 
1    T     ET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife 

1    j      To  fin?  the  choice!!  pfalm    of  praiu. 

To  fmg  and  blefs  Jehovah's  name  : 
His  glory  let  the  heathen  know, 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  ihow. 
And  all  his  faving  works  proclaim. 

z  The  heathens  know  thy  glory.  Lord  ; 
The  wond'ring  nations  read  thy  word  ;  , 

In-  jJ+h'titm-is  Jehovah  known  :     7^t^l  cbstfT^ 

Oar  worfhip  mall  no  more  be  p.vid  /"   / 

To  gods  which  mortal  hands  hive  made 
Our   Maker  is  our  God  alone. 

He  fram'd  the  globe,  he  built  the  fk,\ 
He  made  the  mining  worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  t 
Hb  beaay  are  majefty  and  light  5 


it(>        PSALM    XCVII. 

His  beauties,  how  divinely  bright  ! 
His  temple  kow  divinely  fair  ! 

a  Come   the  great  dav,  the  glorious  hour, 
When  earth  mall  feel  his  faying  pow'r, 

And  barb'roas  nation,  fear  his  name  J 
Then  mall  the  race  of  man  confefi 
The  beauty  of  his  holinef*, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 

PSALM      XCVII.      1  —  5.      Firfi  Part. 
Chrift  reigning  in  heaven,    and  coming  to 
judgment. 
\  TTE  reigns  ;  the  Lord, the  Saviour  reigns 
J~X   Pfaile  hi^  in  evangelic  drains  ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  in  fongs  rejoice, 
And  diftant  iflands  join  their  voice. 
z  Deep  are  his  counfels  and  unknown  : 
But  grace  and  truth  fupport  his  throne  : 
Tho'  gloomy  clouds  his  ways  farround, 
julUce  is  their  eternal  ground. 
3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo  !  he  comes, 

:ca  the  '.vide  earthen  J  cleaves  the  tombs  1 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire, 
The  mountains  melt,  the  leas  retire. 

meraies  with  fore  difmay 
Fly  from  th:  fight,  and  fhun  the  day  : 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  flints,  on  high, 
ig/fcr  your  redemption's  nigh- 
P  S  A  L  M     XCVII.     6—9.      Second  Part. 

CHtiftr8  incarnation. 
■1    'TpHE  Lord  is  come,  the  be 

U  the  road 
!  to  their  G 


PSALM    XCVII.        1S7 

Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 
Thofe  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below. 

3  Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 

And  their  own  worfhippers  confouad  y 
But  Judab  (bout,  but  Sion  fing, 
And  earth  confefs  her  fov'reign  king. 

PSALM     XCVIL     Third  Part. 
Grace  and  Glory. 
1   nr^H'  Almighty  reigns,  exalted  high, 
JL      O'er  all  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  Iky  : 
Tho*  clouds  and  darknefs  veil  his  feet, 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy-feat. 
jz  O  ye  that  love  fcis  holy  name, 
Hate  ev'ry  work  of  iir.  and  fname  ; 
He  guards  the  fouls  of  all  his  friends, 
And  from  the  fnares  of  hell  defends. 
5  Immortal  light,  and  joys  unknown, 
Are.  for  the  faints  in  darknefs  fown  ; 
Thofe  glorious  kt-h  mail  fpring  and  rife, 
And  the  bright  harveft  bids  our  eyes. 

4  Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  and  record 
The  facred  honours  of  the  Lore!  ; 
None  but  the  foul  that  feels  his  grace 
Can  triumph  in  his  holinefs. 

PSALM     XCVII.     1,  3,  S—7,   i.x, 

Common  Metre. 

Chrifl's  incarnation  and  the  iaji  judgment*. 

I  VE  iflands  of  the  Northern  fea, 
Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns  ; 
His  word  like  fire  prepares  his  way, 

And  mountains  melt  to  plains. 
His  prefence  finks  the  proudeft  hills^ 
And  makes  the  vallies  rife  -y 


1 88        PS  A  L  M     XCVIII. 

The  humble  fcul  enjoys  his  fmiles. 
The  haughty  fmner  dies. 

3  The  heav'na  his  rightful  pow'r  prorteim  • 

The  idol  gods  around 
Fill  their  own  worfhippers  with  lharne, 
And  totter  to  the  ground. 

4  Adorin?  r.rgels  nt  his  birth 

Make  the  Redeemer  kfx 
Thus  ("hall  he  com:  to  juige  the  car:h» 
And  angels  guard  his  throne. 

s   His  foes  mall  tremble  at  his  f:^h:, 
And  hills  and  feas  retire  : 
His  children  take  their  unknown  flight. 
And  leave  the  world  on  fire. 

6  The  feeds  of  joy  and  glory  fown 
For  faints  in  darknefs  here, 
Shajl  rife  and  fpring  in  worlds  unknown, 
And  a  rich  harveft  bear. 

PSALM     XCVIII.      FirJ}  Part. 

Praife  for  the  p; 

i    r  I  ^O  our  almi-  Goi, 

|_      New  honours  be  addrell  : 

His  great  Ahation  (bines  abrorJ, 

Andmakes  the  nations  bleit. 

2  He  fpa'^e  the  word  to  Ah  I 

His  troth  fu'rils  his  p- 
Thc  G  -is  nime  th; 

And  iearn  his  righ;. 

3  Let  the  whole  earth  his  lo 

With  all  her  iiflfi 

And  fprc.'i  the  honours 
in  :: 


PSALM    XCIX.  189 

PSALM     XCVIII.      Second  Part. 
The  Mefliah's  coming  and  kingdom*  . 

1  TOY  to  the  world  ;  the  Lord  is  come, 
J    Let  earth  receive  her  King  : 

Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heav'n  and  nature  fing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns  ; 

Let  men  their  fongs  employ  ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and  plain*, 
Repeat  the  founding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  fins  and  forrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infeft  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  bleifings  flow 
Far  as  the  curfe  is  found. 

4  He  rules  th«  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 
PSALM     XCiX.     Firft  Part. 
Chrifl's  kingdom  and  majefiy. 

1  r-|  ^HE  God  Jehovah  reigns, 

JL       Let  all  the  nations  fear, 

Let  finners  tremble  at  his  throne, 

And  faints  be  humble  there. . 

2  Jefus  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 
Let  earth    adore  its  Lord  ; 

Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  flan4, 
Swift  to  fulfil  his  word. 

3  In  Zion  is  his  throne, 
His  honours  are  divine  ; 

His  church  fhall  make  his  wonders  known, 
For  there  his  glories  mine. 

4  How  holy  is  his  name  ! 
How  terrible  his  praife  { 


ioo        PSALM    XCIX, 

Jufiicc,  and  truth,  and  judgments  join 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

P  S   A   L   M     XCIX.      Scccnd  Part. 
Ahcly  God  ivorfiippcd  nuith  reverence, 

1  P  XALT  the  Lord  our  God, 
t_j     And  wof'ftiip  at  his  f«  I 

His  nature  is  all    holiriefs, 
And  merc^'  is  his  feat. 

2  When  .//rV  was  his  church, 
When  Aaron  was  his  piieft, 

When  Mofes  cry'd,  when  Samuel  pray'd, 
He  gave  his  people  reft. 

3  Oft  he  forgave  their  fins, 
Nor  would  deftroy  their  race  ; 

And  oft  he  made  his  vengeance  known 
When  they  abus'd  his  grace. 

4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 
Whofe  grace  is  ilill  the  fame  ; 

Still  he's  a  God  of  holinefs, 
And  jealous  for  his  name. 

PSALM     C.     Firfl  Metre. 

A  plain  tranf.atio*. 

Praife  to  our  Creator. 

1  \fE  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice 

*     Before  the  Lord,  your  fov'reign  King, 
Serve  him  with  chcarful  heart  and  voice, 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  fing. 

2  The  Lord  is-  God  ;  'tis  he  alone 
Doth  life,  and  breath,  and  being  give  ; 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own  ; 
The  fheep  that  on  his  paftures  live. 

3  Enter  his  gates  with  fongs  of  joy, 
With  praiies  to  his  courts  repair, 
And  make  it  your  divineemploy, 

To  pay  your  thankful    honCtrrs  there. 


PSALM    C,  191 

4  The  Lord  is  good  ;  the  Lord  is  kind  ; 
Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  fure  ; 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  fhall  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

PSALM     C.  Second  Metre.     A  Parapirafe* 

1  QJ ING  to  the  Lord  with  joyful  voice  ; 
lj)   Let  ev'ry  land  his  name  adore  ; 
The  Britijh  ifles  fhall  fend  the  noife 
Acrofs  the  ocean  to  the  fhore. 

2  Nations  attend  before  his  throne 
With  folemn  fear,  with  facred  joy  ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  : 
He  can  create,  and  he  deftroy. 

3  His  fov'reign  pow'r  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay  and  form'd  us  men  : 
And  when  like  wand'ring  fheep  we  ftray'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 
Our  fouls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame  : 
What  lafting  honours  fhall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

-  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  fongs, 
High  as  the  heav  ns  our  voices  raife  ; 
And  earth  with  her  ten  thoufand  tongues 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding  praife. 

\  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 
Vail  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  muft  ftand. 
When  roiling  years  ihali  ceafe  to  move. 

PSALM     CI.     Long  Metre.    - 

The  me. gift  rates  pftlfat. 

F.RCY  an.!  judgment  are  my  fong  ! 
A  ad  fuice  t&cy  both  to  thee  belori>„ 


M 


ij2  PSALM     CI. 

My  gracious  God,  my  righteous  Kingj, 
To  thee  my  fongs  and  vows  I  bring. 

2  If  I  am  rais'd  to  bear  the  fword, 

I'll  take  my  counfels  from  thy  word  ; 
Thy  juftice  and  thy  heav'nly  grace 
Shall  be  the  pattern  of  my  ways. 

3  Let  wifdom  all  my  actions  guide, 
And  let  my  God  with  me  refide  ; 

No  wicked  thing  (hall  dwell  with  mc 
Which  may  provoke  thy  jealoufy. 

4  No  fons  of  dander,  rage  and  flrife 
Shall  be  companions  of  my  life  ; 
The  haughty  look,  the  heart  of  pride, 
Within  my  doors  (hall  ne'er  abide. 

[5  I'll  fearch  the  land,  and  raife  the  juft 
To  poits  of  honour,  wealth  and  trufi  ; 
The  men  that  work  thy  holy  will, 
Shall  be  my  friends  and  fav 'rites  dill.] 

6  In  vain  (hall  finners  hope  to  rife 
By  flatr'ring  or  malicious  lies  ; 
And  while  the  innocent  I  guard, 
The  bold  offender  (han't  be  fpar'd. 

7  The  impious  crew,  that  factious  band. 
Shall  hide  their  heads,  or  quit  the  land  ; 
And  all  that  break  the  public  rcil, 
Where  I  have  power  mail  be  fuppreft. 

PSALM    CI.     Common  Metre. 

A  pfalm  for  a  mojler  cf  a  fcn:ih\ 

*   f^\F  juftice  and  of  grace  I  f;ng, 
V^/     And  pay  my  God  my  vows  ; 
Thv  grace  and  juftice,  heav'nly  King, 
Teach  me  to  rule  my  houfe. 
2  Now  to  my  tent,  O  God  repair, 
And  maki  tby  fervant  wife  ; 


PSALM     CII.  193 

I'll  fuffer  nothing  near  me  there 
That  fhall  offend  thine  eyes. 

3  The  man  that  doth  his  neighbour  wrong, 

By  falfhood  or  by  force, 
The  fcornful  eye,  the  fland'roffs  tongue, 
I'll  thruft  them  from  my  doors. 

4  I'll  feek  the  faithful  and  the  juft, 

And  will  their  help  eijoy  ; 
Thefe  are  the  friends  that  I  fhall  traft, 
The  fervants  I'll  employ. 

5  The  wretch  that  deals  in  fly  deceit, 

I'll  not  endure  a  night  : 
The  liar's  tongue  I  ever  hate. 
And  banifh  from  my  fight. 

€  I'll  purge  my  family  around, 
And  make  the  wicked  flee  j 
So  fhall  my  houfe  be  ever  found 
A  dwelling  fit  for  thee. 

PSALM     CII.     1  — 13.  20,  21.  FirjlPart, 

A  prayer  of  the'  affi:3ed. 

1  T  TEAR  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face, 
XX     P,ut  anfwer,  left  I  die  : 

Haft  ^hou  not  built  a  throne  ©f  grace, 
^To  hear  when  finners  cry. 

2  My  days  are  wafted  like  the  fmoke 

Diflolving  in  the  air  ; 
My  itrength  is  dry'd,  my  heart  is  broke^. 
And  finking  in  defpair. 

3  My  fpirits  flag,  like  with'rirg  grafs 

Burnt  with  exceflive  heat  : 
In  fecret  groans  my  minites  pafa. 
And  I  forget  to  eat. 

4  As  on  forne  lonely  building's  top. 

The  fbarrow  tells  her  moan,. 
R 


194  PSALM    CII. 

Far  from  the  tents  of  joy  and  hope 
I  fet  and  grieve  alone. 

5  My  foul  is  like  a  wildemefs, 

Where  beads  of  midnight  hov.  I  ; 
There  the  fad  raven  finds  her  place, 
And  there  the  fcreaming  owl, 

6  Dark  difmai  thoughts  and  boding  fears 

Dwell  in  mf  trcub'cd  breaft  : 
While  fliarp  reproaches  wound  my  ears, 
Nor  give  my  fpirit  rcit. 

7  My  cup  is  mingled  with  my  woes, 

And  tears  are  my  repaft  ; 
Mv  daily  bread  like  afties  grow* 
Unpleafant  to  my  taftc. 

8  Senfe  can  afford  no  real  joy 

To  fouls  that  feel  thy  frown  ; 
Lord  'twas  thy  band  advane'd  me  high, 
Thy  hand  hath  cad  me  down. 

9  My  locks  like  wither'd  leaves  appear  ; 

And  life'.s  declining  light 
Grows  faint  as  ev'niog  (liadows  are, 
That  van i ft  into  night. 

i:  But  ihou  forever  art  the  fame, 
O  my  eternal  God  ; 
A^es  *o  come  mall  know  thy  name, 
Vr.d  fpread  thy  works  abroad. 

II   Thou  "wilt  arife,  and  fnew  thy  face, 
I  my  Lord  delay 
nd  th*  appointed  hour  of  grace, 
long  expected  day. 
;  2  He  hear?  his  fufits,  he  knows  their  cry. 
And  by  noyftenpuj  ways 
Redeem;,  the  ^riyiiers  dcom'd  to  die, 
And  fills' their  tongues  \w  h  praife. 


PSALM     CIL  195 

PSALM     CII.  13.   21.    Second  Part. 
Prayer  beard,  and  Zion  rejiored. 

1  T     ET  Zion  and  her  Sons  rejoice, 

I   j     Behold  the  promis'd  hour  : 
Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice> 
And  comes  i'  exalt  his  pow'r. 

2  Her  dull  and  ruins  that  remain, 

Are  precious  in  cur  eyes  ; 

Thofe  ruins  (hall  be  built  again, 

And  all  that  duft  mall  rife. 

3  The  Lord  will  raife  Jeri'fa'em, 

And  fUnd  in  glory  there  ; 
Nations  mail  bow  before  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4  He  fits  a  Sov 'reign  on  his  throne, 

With  pity  in  his  eyes  : 
He  hears  the  dying  pris'ners  groan, 
And  fees  their  fighs  arife. 

X,  He  frees  the  fouls  condemn 'd  to  death, 
And  when  his  faints  complain, 
It  man**  befaid  "  that  praying  breath 
44  Was  ever  fpent  in  vain." 
6  This  mall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 
And  left  on  long  record, 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And  truft  and  praife  the  Lord. 
PSALM   CIL    25—28.   Third  Part. 
Mint    mortality,    and    Cbriji's     eternity    :  or* 
Saints  die,  but  CbrlJ}  and  the  Cburcb  li  je. 

I    TT  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand 

JL^  Weakens  our  ftrength  amidft  the  race  5 
Difeafe  and  death  at  his  command 
Arreft  us  and  cut  fhort  our  days. 

2  Spare  us,  O  Lord,  aloud  we  pray, 
Nor  let  our  fun  go  down  at  noon.  5 


MjG         PSALM     CIII. 

Thy  years  are  one  eternal  day, 
And  mult  thy  children,  die  fo  Toon  ? 

3  Yet  in  the  midft  of  death  and  grief 
This  thought  our  forrovv  fhall  alTuage  : 
"   Ojr  Father  and  our  Safi«ur  live  ; 

"   Chrilt  is  the  fame  thro'  ev'ry  to 

4  'Twss  he  this  earth's  foundation  laid  ; 
Heavn  is  the  building  of  his- hand  ; 

This  earth  grows  old,  thefe  heav'ns  fhall  fade. 
And  all  be  chang'd  at  his  command. 

5  The  ftarry  curtains  of  the  ffcy 
Like  garments  fhall  be  laid  afide  : 

But  (till  thy  throne  ftands  firm  and  high  ; 
Thy  church  forever  mull  abide. 

6  Before  thy  face  thy  church  fhall  live, 
And  on  thy  throne  thy  children  reign  ; 
This  dying  world  fhall  they  furvive, 
And  the  dead  faints  be  rais'd  again. 

PSALM      CIIL      I—/.      Fjrjf  Part. 

Long  Metre. 

Biffing  God  for  his  goodnefs  to  foul  and  bod%. 

,   IT)  LESS,  O  my  foul,  the  living  God, 
J3   Call  home  thy  tho't*  that  rove  abroad, 
Let  all  the  pow'ra  within  me  join, 
In  work  and  worfhip  fo  divine. 

2  Elefs,  O  my  foul,  the  God  of  grace  ; 
His.  favours  claim  thy  highcfl  praife, 
Why  fhould  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
Be  loft  in  filence  and  forgot  ? 

3  'Tis   he,  my  foul,  that  fent  his  Son 
To  die  for  critics  which  thou  hall  done  ; 
He  owns  the  ranfom,  and  forgives 

Kvurly  follies  of  our  lives. 


PSALM    CIIL  197 

4  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals , 
And  cures  the  p^ins  that  nature  ftwls, 
Redeems  the  foul  from  hell,  and  faves 
Oar  wafting  life  from  threat'ning  graves*. 

5  Our  youth  decay'd  his  pow'r  repairs  ; 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years  : 
He  fati?fies  our  mouth  with  good, 

And  fills  our  hopes  with  heav'nly  food,  . 

6  He  fees  th'  oppreffor  and  th'  oppreft, 
And  often  gives  the    fuff'rers  reit  : 
But  will  his  juftice  more  difplay 

In  the  la&  great  rewarding  day. 

[7  His  pow'r  he  mev/d  by  Mc/es'  hands, 
And  gave  to  Ifrel  his  commands ; 
But  fent  his  truth  and  mercy  dowa 
To  all  the  nations  by  his  Son.  t 

8  Let  the  whole  earth  his  pow'r  con^::,, 
I      Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace  ; 
The  Gentile  with  "the  Jevj  mall  join, 
In  work  and  worfhlp  fb  divine.", 

PSALM     CIII.     8— 18.  SuatiPvt. 

Long  Metre. 

[God's  gentle    chaftifement ;  or,  His    tender  r.i?  ■   ? 

to  his  people. 

I   #*  I  ^HE  Lord,how  wonJ'rous  are  his  ways  ? 

_|_    How  firm  his  troth  !  how  large  his  £taee ' 
He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, 
And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  know  1 

Not  half  10  high  his  pow'r  hath  fpreai 
The  (tarry  heav'ns  above  our  Ju.d, 
As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praifc, 
Exceeds  the  higheft  hopes  we  raifK 
Not  hslf  fc  Lr  hath  nature  plac?d 
The  riling  morning  from  th*  W. 
ft  2 


i$%  PSALM    cm. 

As  his  forgiving  grace  removes 
B  daily  guilt  of  thofe  he  loves. 

4  I  low  (lowly  doth  his  wrath  arife  ' 
On  fwifter  wings  falvation  flies  : 
And  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn, 
How  foon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn  ! 

5  Amidft  his  wrath  compaffion  Alines  ; 
His  itrokcs  are  lighter  than  our  fin.e, 
And  while  his  rod  t6rre5ts  his  faints, 
His  ear  indulges  their  complaints 

6  So  fathers  their  young  fons  chaftife 
With  gentle  hands  and  melting  eyes  : 
The  children  weep  beneath  the  finart, 
And  move  the  pity  of  their  heart. 

Pause. 

7  The  mighty  God,  the  wife  and  juit, 
Knows  that  cur  frame  is  feeble  du:!:  > 
And  will  no  heavy  loads  impofe 
Beyond  the  itrength  that  he  bellows. 

He  knows  how  focn  our  nature  dies, 
E  Sailed  by  ev'ry  wind  that  flies  : 
like  gral's  we  fpring,  and  die  as  foon, 

•\s  morning  fbvv're,  that  fade  at  nooa. 

9  But  his  eternal  love  is  fure 

ill  the  faints,  and  mall  endure: 

age  His  rrn:h  (hall  reign, 
!<-or  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 

I  A  L  M     Cni.     1  —  7.     Firft  Part. 
Short  Metre. 

Pr&  tat  and  temporal  rr. 

OB  LESS  the  Lord,  mv  foul  ! 
Let  w\\  within  m-*  join, 
By  tongue  to 
'ours  we  divine. 


PSALM    CUT.  199 

2  O  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul  J 
Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 

Forgotten  in  unthankfulnefs, 

And  without  praifes  die. 

3  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  fins, 
'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain, 

5Tis  he  that  heals  thy  iicknefTes, 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 
When  ranfom'd  from  the  grave  ; 

He  that  redeem'd  my  foul  from  hell 
Hath  fov'reign  pow'r  to  fave. 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good  ; 
He  gives  the  fufPrers  reft  ; 

The  Lord  hath  juJgments  for  the  proud, 
And  juftice  for  th'  oppreft. 

6  His  wond'rous  works  and  ways 
He  made  by  Mofes  known  ; 

But  fent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  Son. 

PSALM     CIII.     8—18.     Second  Part, 
Short  Metre, 

Abounding  companion  of  God  ;  or,  Mercy  in  the 
midji  of  judgment. 

1  "\  yTY  foul  repeat  his  praife, 
iVA  Whofe  mercies  are  fo  great  j 

Whole  anger  is  fo  flow  to  rife, 
So  ready  to  abate. 

2  God  will  not  alwiys  chide  ; 
And  when  hi^  ftrokes  are  felt, 

His  frrokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes,. 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 

3  High  as  the  heav'ns  are  rais'd 
Above  the  ground  we  tread, 


io«         PSALM    CHI. 

So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  higheft  thoughts  exceed. 

4  His  pow'r  fubdues  our  fins, 
And  his  forgiving  love 

Far  as  the  Eaft  is  from   the  Weft, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

5  The  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  thofe  that  fear  his  name, 

Is  fuch  as  tender  parents  feel  ; 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

6  He  knows  we  are  but  dud, 
Scatter'd  with  ev'ry  breath  : 

His  anger  like  a  rifing  wind 
Can  fend  us  fwift  to  death. 

7  Our  days  are  as  the  grafs, 
Or  like  the  morning  flow'r  ; 

If  one  (harp  blaft  fweep  o'er  the  field. 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

8  But  thy  companion,  Lord, 
To  endlefs  years  endure  ; 

And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promife  fare. 

P  S  A-L  M     Clir.     19-22.     Third  Part. 

Short  Metre. 

God's  univerfal  dominion  ;   or,  Angels  praift 

the  Lord. 

i    '  ■  ^HE  Lord,  the  fov'reign  King, 

X      Hath  fix'd  his  throne  on  high  $ 
O'er  all  the  hear'nly  world  he  rules, 
And  all  beneath  the  fky. 

2  Ye  angels,  great  in  might, 

And  fwift  to  do  his  will, 
Elcfs  ye  the  Lord,  whofe  voice  yoi  hear, 

Whofc  ^ Ieafure  ye  fidkl. 


PSALM     CIV.  20! 

3  Let  the  bright  hofts  who  wait 
The  orders  of  their  K  ing, 

And  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray, 
Join  in  the  praife  they  fing. 

4  While  all  his  wond'rous  works 
Thro'    his  vafl  kingdom  ihew 

Their  Maker's  glory,  thou,  my  foul, 
Shall  fing  his  graces  too. 

PSALM     CIV. 

The  glory  of  God  in  creation  and  providence. 

1  TL  y|"Y  foul,  thy  great  Creator  praife  ; 
1VJI   When  cloath'd  in  his  celeftial  rays 
He  in  full  majefty  appears, 

And  like  a  robe    his  glory  wears. 

No  re,  This  pfalm  may  be  fung  to  the  tune  of  the 
old  112th,  or  127th  pfalm,  by  adding  thefe 
two  lines  to  every  Jianz,a,  viz. 

Great  is  the  Lord,  what  tongue  can  frame 
An  equal  honour  to  his  name  ? 

{Other-wife  it  mujl  be  fung  as  the   lCOth  pfalm.) 

2  The  heav'ns  are  for  his  curtains  fpread  ; 
Th'  unfathom'd  deep  he  makes  his  bed, 
Clouds  are  hh  chariot,  when  he  flies 
On  winged  ftorms  a-crofs  the  ikies. 

3  Angels,  whom  his  own  breath  infpires, 
His  minifters  are  flaming  fires  ; 

And  fwift  as  thought  their  armies,  move, 
To  bear  his  vengeance  or  his  love. 
\  The  worlds  foundations  by  his  hand 
Are  pois'd,  and  ihail  forever  ftand  ; 
He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 
Left  it  ihould  drown  the  world  again. 


202  PSALM    CIV. 

5  When  earth  was  cover'd  with  the  flood. 
Which  high  above  the  mountains  ftood, 
He  thunder'd,  and  the  ocean  fled, 
Confin'd  to  its  appointed  bed. 

6  The  fwelling  billows  know  their  bound. 
And  in  their  channels  walk  their  round  ; 
Yet  thence  convey'd  by  fecret  veins, 

They  fpring  on  hills,  and  drench  the  plains. 

7  He  bids  the  cryftal  fountains  flow  ; 
And  cheers  the  vallies  as  they  go, 
Tame  heifers  there  their  third  allay, 
And  for  the  Itream  wild  afTes  bray. 

8  From  plea  fan  t  trees  which  made  the  brink* 
The  lark  and  linnet  light  ro  drink  : 
Their  fongs  the  lark  and  linnet  raife, 
And  chide  our  filence  in  his  praife. 

Pause     I. 

9  God  from  his  cloudy  cittern  pours 

On  the  parch'd  earth  enriching  fhow'rs  ; 
The  grove,  the  garden,  and  the  field, 
A  thoufand  joyful  bleflings  yield. 

io  He  makes  the  grafly  food  arife, 
And  gives  the  cattle  large  fnpplies  ; 
With  herbs  for  man  of  various  powV, 
To  nourifli  nature,  or  to  cure. 

1 1  What  noble  fruit  the  vines  produce, 
The  olive  yields  a  mining  juice, 

Our  hearts  are  cheer'd  with  gen'rous  wine. 
With  inward  joy  our  faces  (hine. 

12  O  blefs  his  name,  ye  Britons,  fed 
With  nature's  chief  fupporter,   bread  : 
While  bread  your  vital  ftrength  imparts, 
Serve  him  with  vigor  in  your  hearts. 


PSALM    CIV.  203 

Pause     II. 

3  Behold  the  ftacely  cedar  Hands 
Rais'd  in  the  foreft  by  his  hands  : 
Birds  to  the  boughs  for  ihelter  fly, 
And  build  their  nefb  fecure  on  high, 

I  To  craggy  hills  afcends  the  goat  ; 
And  at  the  airy  mountain's  foot 
The  feebler  creatures  make  their  cell  5 
He  gives  them  wifdom  where  to  dwell, 

;  He  fets  the  fun  his  circling  race, 
Appoints  the  moon  to  change  her  face  ; 
And  when  thick  darknefs  veils  the  day. 
Calls  out  wild  beafts  to  hunt  their  prey. 

>  Fierce  lions  lead  their  young  abroad, 
And  roaring,  aflc  their  meat  from  God  ; 
But  when  the  morning  beams  arife, 
The  lavage  beaft  to  covert  flies. 

Then  man  to  daily  labour  goes  : 
The  night  was  made  for  his  repofe  : 
Sleep  is  thy  gift,  that  fweet  relief 
Prom  tirefome  toil  and  wafting  grief, 

;  How  ftrange  thy  works !  how  great  thy  flcill » 

And  ev'ry  land  thy  riches  fill  : 

Thy  wifdom  round  the  world  we  fee, 

This  fpacious  earth  is  full  of  thee. 

Nor  lefs  thy  glories  in  the  6eept 
♦Vhere  fifh  in  millions  fwim  and  creep, 
*Vith  wond'rous  motions  fwift  or  flow, 
kill  wand'ring  in  the  paths  below. 
There  fhips  divide  their  wat'ry  way, 
,nd  flocks  of  fcaly  monfters  play   ; 
"her-:  dwells  the  huge  Leviathan^ 
ind  teams  and  fpons  m  fpite  of  man. 


204  P  S  A  L  M     CIV, 

P    A     U     S    B       III. 

21  Ynft  are  thy  works,  almighty  Lord, 
All  nature  reds  upon  thv  word, 
-And  the  whole  race  of  creatures  (land 
Wailing  their  portion  of  thy  hand. 

22  While  each  receives  his  different  fend, 
Their  chearful  looks  pronounce  it  good  : 
Eagles  and  bears,  and  whales  and  worms, 
Rejoice  and  praife  in  drfFient  forms. 

25  But  when  thy  face  is  hid,  they  mourn, 
And  dying  to  their  dud  return  ; 
]}oth  man  and  bead  their  fouls  refign  ; 
Life,  breath  and  fpirit,  all  is  thine. 

24  Yet  thou  can'd  breathe  on  dud  again, 
And  fill  the  world  with  beads  and  men  ; 
A  word  of  thy  creating  breath 
Repairs  the  wades  of  time  and  death. 

25  His  works,  the  wonders  of  his  might, 
Are  honour'd   with  his  own  delight  : 
How  awful  are  his  glorious  ways  ! 
The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praife. 

36  The  earth  dands  trembling  at  thy  droke, 
And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  fmoke  ; 
Yet  humble  fouls  may  fee  thy  face, 
And  tell  their  wants  of  fov'reign  grace. 

zy  In  thee  my  hopes  and  wilhes  meet, 
And  make  my  meditations  fweet  ; 
Thy  praifes  mall  my  breath  employ, 
'Till  it  expire  in  endlefs  joy. 

^S  While  haughty  finners  die  accurd. 
Their  glory  buryVi  with  the  dud, 
I  to  my  God,  my  hcav'nly  King, 
Immortal  hallelujahs  fing. 


PSALM    CV.  ioj 

PSALM    CV.     Abridged. 
God's  conducl  to  Ifrael,  and  the  plagues  of  Egypt, . 

1  f%  IVE  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name, 
VJ   And  tell  the  world  his  grace  : 
Sound  thro'  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fame* 

That  all  may  feek  his  face. 

2  His  cov'nant  which  he  kept  in  mind 

For  num'rous  ages  paft, 

To  num'rous  ages  ye«  behind. 

In  eqnal  force  (hall  laft. 

3  He  fware  to  Abraham  and  his  feed*  -  j 

And  made  the  bleffing  fure  ; 

Gentiles  the  ancient  promife  read, 

And  find  his  truth  endure. 

4  "  Thy  feed  ftnll  make  all  nations  blen\. 

(Said  the  almighty  voice) 
"  And  Canaan'*  land  (hall  be  their  reft, 
"  The  type  of  heav'nly  joys." 

{5  How  large  the  grant  !  how  rich  the  grace  ? 
To  give  them  Canaan's  land, 
When  they  were  ftrangcrs  in  the  place, 
A  little  feeble  band  ! 

6  Like  pilgrims  thro*  the  countries  round, 

Securely  they  removV, 
And  haughty  kings  tha:  on  them  frown'<2, 
Severely  he  reprov'd. 

7  "  Touch  mine  anointed,  and  my  arm 

"  Shall  foon  revenge  the  wronp-  ; 

"  The  man  that  does  my  prophets  harm 

"  Shall  know  their  God  is  ftronp-." 

5  Then  let  the  nvorld  forbear  its  rage* 

Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  ; 
Ifr'el  tnuft  live  thro*  cv'ry  age% 
And  be  tU  Almighty's  care.  J 
S 


PSALM     CV. 

Pause     I. 

e  When  Pbaroah  dar'd  to  vex 
And  thus  provok'd  ' 

,  was  feat  at  their  coufpUinW, 
^.rm'd  with  his  dtc.'.Jfui  rod. 

10  He  call'd  for  darkntfs  i  ci.rknefs  came, 

Like  an  overwhelming  flood  ; 
Ho  'ruriTd  each  lake,  and  cv'ry  ltream, 
To  lakes  and  dreams  of  blood. 

1 1  He  «ave  the  fign,  and  noifome  flics 

Thro'  the  whole  coun:ry  fpread  ; 
And  frogs  in  croaking  armies  rife 
About  the  monarch's  bed. 
Thro'  fields  and  towns,  and  palaces, 

The  tenfold  vengeance  flew  ; 
Loco  r  .in  fwarms  devour'd  their  trees, 
And  hail  their  cattle  flew  ; 

>a  bv  an  aril's  midnight  ftroke 
"  The  flow'r  of  Egypt   dy'd  ; 
The  ftrength  of  ev  ry  houfe  was  broke, 
Their  glory  and  their  pride. 
M    No;u  let  the  nvorUfcrhar  its  rage, 
rput  the  church  m  fear  : 
Ifr'el  mufi  U**  through  rv  ry  age, 
And  be  tb'  Almighty's  care. 


Pause 


II. 


.  Thus  Were  the  tribes  from  bondage  brought, 
15     And  left  the  hated  ground  ; 
Each  Tome  Egyptian  fpoils  had  got, 
And  not  one  feeble  found. 
.  6  The  Lord  himfelf  chofe  out  their  way, 
*         And  mark'd  their  journcsr. 
Cave  them  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
A  fiery  guide  by  aighu 


PSALM    CVI.         207 

17  They  third  ;  and  waters  from  the  rock. 

In  rich  abundance  flow, 
And  foU'vving  ftill  the  courfe  they  took, 
Ran  all  the  defart  through. 

18  O  wond'rous  dream  !  O  blefled  type! 

Of  ever-flowing  grace  ! 
So  Chriftour  rock  maintains  our  life 
Thro*  all  this  wildernefs. 

19  Thus  guarded  by  th*  almighty  hand, 

The  chofen  tribes  pofiefl 
Canaan,  the  rich,  the  promis'd  land, 
And  there  enjoy 'd  their  red. 

20  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

Yhe  church  renounce  her  fear  j 
Ifr'el  muji  live  thro''  e-v'ry  age, 
And  he  t/S  almighty 's  care, 

PSALM     CVI.      1—5.      Firfi  Part, 
Traife  to  God  ;  or,  Communion  nvith  faint s.' 

1  rT^P  God  the  great,  the  ever  blef:, 

JL       Let  fongs  of  honour  be  addreft  ; 
His  mercy  firm  for  ever  (lands  ; 
Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demand. 

2  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways  ¥ 
Who  mall  fulfil  thy  bonndlefs  praiie  r 
Blell  are  the  fouls  that  fear  thee  ftiil, 
And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will. 

3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
For  Jacob's  race,  thy  chofen  feed  ; 
And  with  the  fame  ialvation  bkfs 
The  meaneft  fuppliant  of  thy  grace. 

4  O  may  I  f^e  thy  tribes  rejoice, 

And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice! 
'This  is  my  glory,  Lord,  to  be 
foin'd  to  thy  faints,  and  near  to  thee. 


208  PSALM     CVI. 

PSALM    CVJ.     7,  8,  12—14.  43—4* 

Second  Part. 

Jfrael  punijhtd  and  pardoned  ;  or,  God's  unchange- 
able love. 

1  f~^  OD  of  eternal  love, 

V^J      How  fickle  are  our  ways  I 
Ar.J  yet  how  oft  did  IfSel  prova 
Thy  conflancy  of  grace  • 

2  They  faw  thy  wonders  wrought* 

And  then  thy  praife  they  fung  ; 
Eut  fcon  thy  works  of  pow'r  forgot, 
And  murmur'd  with  their  tongue. 

5  Now  they  believe  his  word, 

While  rocks  with  rivers  flow  ! 
Xcw  with  their  lulls  provoke  the  Lord, 
And  he  redue'd  them  low. 

4  Yet  when  they  mourn'd  their  faults, 

He  hearken  d  to  their"  groans, 
Brought  his  own  cov'nant  to  his  though*, 
And  call'd  them  ftill  his  fons. 

5  Their  name*  were  in  his  book, 

He  fcv'd  them  from  their  i  es  : 
-On  he  chaftis'd,  but  ne'er  forlook 
The  people  that  he  chofe. 

*  Let  7/rV/  blefs  the  Lord, 

Who  Iov'd  their  ancient  race  ; 
Ani  Cbrijiians  join  the  foleratt  word, 
jhun  to  all  the  praife. 

PSALM      CVII.      FirJ}  Part. 
Ifrael  led  to  Canaan,  and  Chriilians  ts  Uca>vtn. 
1    f^\  IVE  thanks  to  God  ;  he  reigns  above  ; 
VJT   Kind  are  his  thoughts,  his  name  is  love  : 
His  mercy  ages  part  have  known, 
And  ages  long  to  come  mall  owu. 


PSALM     CVII.  209 

. 

2.  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  record  ; 
If  el,  the  nation  whom  he  chofe, 
And  refcu'd  from  their  mighty  foes. 

[3  When  Uod's  a  f  mighty  arm  had  broke 
Their  fetters  and  th    Egyptian  yoke, 
They  tr.ac'd  the  defart  wand 'ring  round 
A  wild-^nd  folitary  ground  !  Xl^J 

4  There  the'v  could  find  no  leading  road. 
Nor  dry  for  a  fix'dlabode  ; 

Nor  food,' nor  fountain  to  affunge 
Their  burning  thirft,  or  hunger's  rage.] 

5  In  th  ir  ejftrefs  to  God  they  cry'd  ; 
God  waPtneir  Saviour  and  their  guide  ; 
He  ltd  their  march  far  wand'ring  round  ; 
?  i'»va3  the  right  path  to  Canaan  $  ground. 

6  Thus  when  our  fir  ft  releafe  we  gain 
From  fin's  old  yoke,  and  fatan's  chain,  - 
We' have  this  defart  world  to  pafs, 

A  dang'rous  and  a  tirefome  place. 

7  He  feeds  and  cloaths  us  all  the  way, 
He  guides  oar  footfteps  left  we  ftray, 
He  guards, rfs  with  a  pow'rful  hand, 
And  brings  us  to  the  heav'nly  land. 

8  O  let  the  faints  with  joy  record 
The  truth  and  gcodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works  !  hew  kind  his  ways'. 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his   praife-. 

PSAL  M     CVIL      Second  Pari. 

CorreSilon  for  Jtri,  arid  releafe  by  prayer. 

I     |  ,VlO?v!  rge  to  age  exalt  his  name,' 
■   x*     God  a -id  hi'-  gv?.cs  are  (till  the  f. 
tie  hungry  foul  with  food, 
feeds  lbs  p  ?or  Vvi:h'ev'ry  re  2d. 


210 


PSALM    CVII. 


VII. 


2  But  if  their  hearts  rebel  and  rife 
Againfl  th=  God  that  rules  the  fkles, 
If  they  reject  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  flight  \hz  cojnfels  of  the  Lord  ; 

3  He'll  bring  their  fpirits  to  the  ground, 
And  no  deliv'rer  flialJ  be  found  ; 
Linen  v-ith  grief  they  wafte  their  breath 
In  darknef*  and  the  (hades  of  death. 

4  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries, 
Hi  makes  the  dawning  light  arife, 
And  .critters  all  the  difmal  thade 
That  liung  fo  heavy  round  their  head. 

5  He  cuts  the  bars  of  iron  in  two, 

And  lets  rhj  fmiling  pris'ners  through  ; 
Takes  off  the  load  of  guilt  and  grief, 
And  gives  the  laboring  foul  relief. 
4  O  may  the  fons  ©f  men  record 
The  wond'rous  goodnek  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works  !  how  kind  his  ways  ! 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife.  . 

PSALM     CVII.     Third  Part. 

Intemperance  punijhed  and  pardoned  ;  Or,  A  pfalm 

for  the  glutton  and  the  drunkard. 

1  "\  7ATN  man  on  foojifh  pleasures  bent, 

V      Prepares  for  his  own  punifhmen:  ; 
Vvh^t  pains,  what  foachforoe  maladies 
From   luxury  and  luft  arife  ! 

2  The  drunkard  feels  his  vitals  waff  J 

drowns  his  health  to  pfeafe  his  tafte  : 
'Till  all  his  adive  pow'rs  are  loft, 
And  fainting- life  draws  near  the  duft. 

3  The  glutton  groans,  and  loaths  to  eat, 
His  foul  abhors  dcticiflW  we ..• 

vy  loads  opprc»r, 
Would  ridid  ;o  death  to  be  rekas'd 


PSALM    CVII.  2U 

4.  Then  how  the  frighted  finners  fiy 
To  God  for  help  with  eameft  cry  ! 
He  hears  their  groans,  prolongs  their  breathy 
And  laves  them  from  approaching  death. 

5-  No  med'cines  could  effect  the  cure 
So  quick,  fo  eafy,  or  fo  fure  : 
The  deadly  fen  tence  God  repeals, 
He  fends  his  fov'reign  word  and  Heals*, 

4  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord, 
And  let  their  thankful  oft 'rings  prove 
How  they  adore  their  Maker's  love. 

PSALM    CVII.   Fourth  Part.    Long  Metre. 

Deliverance  frcm  Jiorms  ana*.  Jhipwreck  ;  or,  The 

feaman's  fang. 
i    TT70ULD  you  behold  the  works  of  God, 
VV     His  wonders  in  the  world  abroad, 
Go  with  the  mariners  and  trace 
The  unknown  regions  of  the  feas. 

*  They  leave  their  native  fiiores  behind, 
And  feize  the  favour  of  the  wind  ; 
'Till  God  commands,  and  tempefts  rife, 
That  heave  the  ocean  to  the  Ikies. 

3  Now  to  the  heav'ns  they  mount  amain, 
Now  fink  to  dreadful  deeps  again  ; 
What  itrange  affrights  young  failors  feel, 
And  like  a  ftagg'ring  drunkard  reel  ! 

4  When  land  is  far,  and  death  is  nigh, 
Loft  to  all  hope,  to  God  they  cry  : 
His  mere     hears  their  loud  addrefs, 
And  fends  falvation  in  diftref*. 

5  He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  aftuage,. 
The  furious  waves  forget  their  rage  ; 
'Tis  calm  ;  and  failors  fmile  to  fee 
The  haven  where  they  wilVd  to  b«* 


2I2  PSALM     CVII. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  wond'rous  goodneft  of  the  Lord  ! 
Let  them  their  private*  ofF'rings  bring, 
And  in  the  church  his  tfvry  fiog. 

PSALM      CVII.      Touvtb  Part 

Common  Metre. 

The  mariner* s  pjalm. 

1  *  |   ^IIY  works  of  glory,   migh'y  Lord, 

JL        Thy  wonders  in  the  deeps, 
The  fons  of  courage  (hall  record, 
Who  trade  in  floating  mips. 

2  At  thy  command  the  winds  arife, 

And  fwell  the  tow'ring  waves  ; 
The  men  aftonifh'd  mount  the  Ikies, 
And  fink  in  gaping  graves. 

[3  Again  they  climb  the  wat'ry  hills, 
And  plunge  in  deeps  again  : 
Each  like  a  tott'ring  drunkard  reels, 
And  finds  his  courage  vain. 

4  Frighted  to  hear  the  tern  pert  roar, 

They  pant  with  flutt'ring  breath  ; 
And  hopelefs  of  the  dirtant  more, 
Expect  immedia'e  death.] 

5  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries  ; 

He  hears  the  loud  rcqueft, 
And  orders  filence  through  the  fkies, 
And  lavs  the  floods  to  reft. 

6  Sailors  rejoice  to  lofe  their  fears, 

And  fee  the  tform  allay'd  : 
Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears  ; 
There  let  their  vows  be  paid. 

7  Tis  God  that  brings  them  fafe  to  land  ; 

Let  Ihipid  mortals  know, 
That  waves  are  under  his  command, 
Ar.J  all  the  winds  that  bio*/ 


PSALM    CVIL  21 3 

8  O  that  the  Tons  of  men  would  praife 
The  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  thofe  that  fee  thy  wond'rous  ways 
Thy  wond'rous  love  record  ! 
P '  S  A  I.  M     CVH.     Laft  Part, 
Colonies  planted  ;  or,  Nations  bleft  and  punijhed* 
A  pfalra  for  New-England. 

1  tT7HEN  God,  provok'd  with  daring  crimes, 
VV    Scourges  the  madnefs  ef  the  times, 
He  tarns  their  fields  to  barren  fand, 

And  dries  the  rivers  from  the  land. 

2  His  word  can  raife  the  fprings  again, 
And  make  the  wither'd  mountains  green, 
Send  fhow'ry  blefTings  from  the  ikies, 
And  harveits  in  the  deiart  rife. 

J[3  Where  nothing  dwelt  but  bealhofprey, 
Or  men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they, 
He  bids  tV  oppreit  and  poor  repair, 
And  builds  them  towns  and  cities  there. 

4  They  fow  the  fields,  and  trees  they  plant, 
Whofe  yearly  fruit  fupplies  their  want  : 
Their  race  grows  up  from  fruitful  flocks, 
Their  wealth  increafes  with  rJieir  flocks. 

5  Thus  they  are  bleir.  j  but  if  they  fin, 
He  lets  the  heathen  nations  in  ; 

A  favage  crew  invades  their  -hnds, 
Their  princes  die  by  barb'rous  hands. 

6  Their  captive  fons,  expos'd  to  fcorn, 
Wander  unpity'd  and  forlorn  : 

The  country  lies  unfene'd,  untill'd, 
And  defolation   fpreads    the  field. 

7  Yet  if  the  humble  nation  mourns, 
Again  his  dreadful  hand  he  turns  ; 
Again  he  makes  their  cities  thrive, 
And  bids  the  dying  churches  live.} 


214  PSALM      CIX. 

S  The  righteous  with  a  joyful  fenfe 
Admire  the  works  of  providence  ; 
And  tongues  of  atheiits  (hill  no  more 
Blafphcrne  ths  God  that  faints  adore. 

9  How  few  with  pious  care  record 

Thcfe  wond'rous  dealings  of  the  Lord  ! 
But  wife  obfervers  (till  mall  find 
The  Lord  is  holy,  jult  and  kind. 

PSALM     CIX.  i.  1—5,  31. 
Lcve  to  enemies  from  the    example  of  Chrift. 
1    r*\  OD  of  ray  mercy  and  my  praife, 
^*      Thy  glory  is  my  fong  ; 
Tho*  finners  fpeak  again  ft  thy  grace 
With  a  blafpheming  tongue. 

:jn  in  the  form  of  mortal  man 
Thy  Son  On  earth  was  found, 
With  cruel  (landers  falie  and  vain 
They  compafs'd  him  around. 

3  Th°ir  mis'ries  his  companion  move, 

Their  peace  he  flill  purfu'd  ; 
They  render  hatred  for  his  love, 
And  evil  for  his  good. 

4  Their  malice  rag'd  without  a  caufe  ; 

Yet,  with  his  dying  breath, 
He  pray'd  for  murd'rers  on  his  crofs, 
And  bleft  his  foes  in  death. 

5  Lord,  (hall  thy  bright  example  (hiae 

In  vain  before  my  eyes  ? 
Give  me  a  foul  a- kin  to  thine, 
To  love  my  enemies. 

6  The  Lord  mall  on  my  ildi  engage, 

And  in  my  Saviour's  name, 

I  (hall  defeat  their  pride  and  rage. 

Who  (lander  arid  condemn. 


PSALM    CX.  2t5 

PSALM    CX.     Fir/ Part.    Long  Metre. 

Chrifl  exalted,  and  multitudes  converted;  or,  The 
fuccefs  of  the  go/pel. 

\   ^T"^HU3  the  eternal  Father  fpake 

X.     To  Chritt  the  Son  ;  "  Afcend  and  fit 
"  At  rny  right-hand,  'till  I  ihall  make 
"  Thy  foes  fubmrffive  at  thy  feet. 

2  "  From  Zion  mail  thy  word  proceed, 
"  Thy  word,  the  fcepter  in  thy  hand, 

"  Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 
4<  And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

3  "  That  day  fhall  ihew  thy  pow'r  is  great, 

"  When  faints  ihall  flock  with  willing  minds, 
"  And  finners  croud  thy  temple  gate, 
••  Where  holinefs  in  beauty  mines." 

4  O  blefTed  pow'r  !  O  glorious  day  ! 
What  a  large  vicVry  ihall  enfue  ! 
And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obey, 
Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew. 

PSALM    CX.     Second  Part.    Long  Metre, 
The  kingdom  and  priejihood  of  Chrift. 

1  ^TT>HUS  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  fea 

X      Spake  to  his  Son,  and  thus  he  fwore. ; 
.    '*  Eternal  fhall  thy  prieflhood  be, 
M  And  change  from  hand  to  hand  no  more, 

2  f*  Aaron  and  all  his  fons  muft  die  : 
**  But  everlafting  life  is  thine, 

"  To  fave  for  ever  thofe  that  fly 
"  For  refuge  from  the  wrath  divine. 

3  '«  By  me  Melcbifedek  was  made 

"  On  earth  a  king  and  priefl  at  once  ; 

V4  And  thou,  my  heav'nly  Prieft,  fhalt  plead  '* 

*'  Md  thou,  ray  Kirg,  fhall  rule  my  fons,'* 


ziC  PSALM     CX. 

4  Jefus  tke  Prieft  afcends  his  throne,     ft  i^fy'i 
While  counfels  of  eternal  peace, 

Between  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Proceed  with  honour  and  fuccefs. 

5  Thro'  the  whole  earth  his  reign  (hall  fpread, 
And  crufh  the  pow'rs  that  dare  rebel  : 
Then  (hall  he  judge  the  rifing  dead, 

And  fend  the  guilty  world  to  hell. 

£  Tho'  while  he  treads  his  glorious  way, 
H?  drink*  the  cup  of  tears  and  blood, 
The  fufTrings  of  that  dreadful  day. 
Shall  but  advance  him  near  to  God. 

\  L  M     CX.     Common  Metre. 

v  end  PrieJIhcod. 

I    TESUS,  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  throne, 
J    Arui  p^ir  th  it ; 

In  Z:on  (hill  thy  pow'r  be  known, 
And  make  thy  toes  fubrnit. 

it  wonders  (ball  :hy  gofpel  do  1 
i'hv  converts  mal!  furpafs 
The  num'rous  drops  of  morning  dew, 
And  own  tliy  fov'reigo  grace. 
3  God  hath  pronoun  c'd  a  firm  decree, 
Nci  changes  what  lie  (wore  ; 
"  Eternal  fnnll  thy  priefthooJ  be, 
*«  When  Jartrn  \t  no  more. 
a  "  MilcbifeM,  that  wond'rous  prieU,' 
"   That  King  of  high  dej 
«'  That  h^l/  man,  who  Jhr* "ham  bleft« 
c  »  of  thee." 

r   Jefasour  prioft  for  evej  Hves 
To  /'  "vc  5 

lefus  our  I  .  ,'ives 

The  blo&,  gs  ofhti  love. 


PSALM    CXI.  2i? 

6  God  mall  exalt  his  glorious  head, 
And  his  high  throne  maintain, 
Shall  ftrike  the  pow'rs  and  princes  dead 
Who  dare  oppofe  his  reign. 

PSALM     CXI.     Firfi    Part. 
The  Wifdom  of  God  in  his  Tvsr.ks, 

1  QJ  ONG5  of  immortal  praife  belong 
^)     To  my  almighty  God  ; 

He  has  my  heart,  and  he  my  tongue, 
To  fpread  his  name  abroad. 

2  How  great  the  works  his  hand  has    wrought! 

How  glorious  in  our  fight, 
And  men  in  every  age  have  fought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

3  How  moft  exa&  is  nature's  frame  I 

How  wife  th'  eternal  mind  ! 
His  counfels  never  change  the  fchenie 
That  his  firft  thoughts  defign'd. 

4  When  he  redeem'd  his  chofen  fous, 

He  fix'd  his  cov'nant  fure  : 
The  orders  that  his  lips  pronounce, 
To  endlefs  years  endure.  - 

5  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  ikies, 
Thy  heav'nly  (kill  proclaim  : 

What  mall  we  do  to  make  us  wife, 
But  learn  to  read  thy  name*1 

To  fear  thy  pow'r,  to  truft  thy  grace, 

Is  cur  divineil  fkil!  ; 
And  he's  the  wifetf  of  our  race 

Th:u  bed  obeys  thy  will. 

PSA  L  M     CXI.     Second  Fart. 

cr.s  rf  God. 

G\T  is  the  Lord  :  his  works  of  migK:- 
Dauoaru  our  noblcii  fongg  ; 


218  PSALM    CXII. 

Let  his  afiVmblf-d  faints  unite 
ir  harmony  of  tongue.^. 

2  Geat  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

He  gives  his  children  fo 
And  ever  mindful  of"  his  word, 
He  makes  bis  promife  good. 

3  His  Son  the  great  Redeemer,  came 

To  feal  his  covenant  lure  : 

Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name, 

His  ways  are  juit  and  pare. 

4  Th^y  that  would  grow  divinely  wife, 

Muft  with  his  fear  begin  ; 
Our  Faireft  proof  of  knowledge  lies 
Jn  hating  ev'ry  fin. 

PSALM     CXII.     As  the  1 13th  Pfalm. 

The  bUJJings  rf  ti-  li '•  eral  8 

1  r*Tr~*HAT  man  is  bleft  who  f*ands  «n  awe 

X      Of  God,  and  loves  his  facred  ! . 

His  (fed  on  earth    fhall  be  renown'd  ; 
His  houfe  the  feat  of  wealth  (hail  be, 
An  inexhaufted  treafury, 

And  with  fucceffive  honours  crown  d. 

2  His  !ib'r?.l  favours  he  extends, 

To  fomc  he  give ■-.  ndi  : 

A  gen'rous  pity  fill?  his  mind  : 

Yet  what  h'u  charity  impairs, 

He  laves  by  prudence  in  ?fi 

And  thus  he's  jud  to  all  mankind. 

*   His  bands,  while  they  his  alms  be!';. 
*  Its  glorv's  future  harvcil  fow'd  ; 

The  fweet  remembrance  cf  the  jufr. 
Like  a  green  root   revives  r.nu  be^rs 
ain  ofblefiings  for  his  in 
When  wiving  nature  flet  r 


PSAL  M    CXII.         219 

4  Befet  with  threat'ning  dangers  round, 
Unmov'd  (hall  he  maintain  his  ground, 

His  conference  holds  his  courage  up  j 
The  foul  that's  fill'd  with  virtue's  light, 
Shines  brighteft  in  afflictions  night, 

And  kts  in  darknefs  beams  of  kope. 


[5  111  tidings  never  can  furprife. 
The  heart  that  fix'd  on  God  relies, 

Tho'  waves  and  tempefts  roar  around  : 
Safe  on  the  rock  he  fits,  and  fees 
The  fhipwreck  of  his  enemies, 

And  all  their  hope  and  glory  drown'd. 

6  The  wicked  (hall  his  triumph  fee, 
And  gnafh  their  teeth  in  agony, 

To  find  thjir  expectations  croft  ; 
They  and  their  envy,  pride  and  fpite. 
Sink  dowr*  ro  evcrlafting  night, 

And  all  their  names  in  darknefs  loft.] 

PSALM     CXII.     Long  Metre. 

*The  blejjings  of  the  pious  and  cbaritalie. 

THRICK  happy  man  who  fears  the  L<r3, 
Loves  hi:  commands, anJ  fruits  his  wc/d  ; 
Honour  and  peace  his  days  artcH, 
Anl  blemngs  to  hib  fe^d  defcenc. 

2  Companion  uwe'ls  upc 
To  works  of  mercy  ft  ill 
He  lends  the  poor  fome 

Or  gives  them,  not  to  be  repaid. 

3  Wlven  times  grow  dark,  and  tidings,  fprcio 
That  fill  his  neighbours  round  wi;b  oreVd 
His  heart  is  arm;d  againft  the 

For  God  with  all  his  pow'r  j?  tjrj<  re. 

I  His  foul  well-fix'd  upon  the   Lord, 
Dravvs  heav'nlv  courage  from  . 


Ho        PSA  L  m    cxir. 

Amidft  th^.  darknefs,  light  (hall  rife, 
To  cheer  his  heart  and  blefs  his  eyes. 
5   He  hath  difpm'd  his  alms  abroad, 
His  works  r.re  flill  before  his  ( I 
His  nnme  en  earth  fhall  long  remain, 
"While  envious  fmners  fret  in  vain. 

PSALM     CXII.     Ccmmon  Metre. 

Liberality   revoar. 

3  T  TAPPY  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord, 
Jf  J[   And  follows  his  commands, 
V/ho  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 
Or  gives  wita  lib'ral  hands. 

z  As  pity  dwella  within  his  breaft 
To  all  the  fons  of  need  ; 
So  God  fkall  anfwar  his  requeft 
With  blefiings  on  his  feed, 

3  No  evil  tidinps  fhall  furprife 

His  well  eitablifh'd  mind  ; 

His  foul  to  God  his  Refuge  flies, 

And  leaves  his  fears  behiud. 

4  In  times  of  general  diftrefc 

Some  beams  of  light  fhall  mino, 
To  fnew  the  world  his  righteouinefc, 
And  gire  him  peace  divine. 
r  His  works  of  piety  and  love 
Remain  before  the  Lord  ; 
Honour  en  earth,  and  joys  above, 
Shall  be  his  fure  reward. 
PSALM     CXIII.     Proper  Tune. 
Tbi  najefty  and  conJcfantion  cf  God. 
I  VE  that  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord, 
1      The  honours  of  hi,  name  record, 
("acred  n~isc  for  ever  bjefs  i 


PSALM    CXIII.         221 

Where  e'er  the  circling  fun  difplays 
His  rifing  beams,  or  letting  rays, 
Let  lands  and  Teas  his  povv'r  confefs. 
2  Not  time  nor  nature's  narrow  reunds, 
Can  give  his  vail  dominion  bounds  ; 
•    The  heav'ns  are  far  below  his  height  ; 
Let  no  created  greatn?;fs  dare 
With  cur  eternal  God  compare, 
Arm'd  with  his  uncreated  might. 
*  3   He  bows  his  glorioin  head  to  view 
What  the  bright  holts  of  angeis  do, 

And  bends  his  care  to  mortal  things  ; 
His  fov'reign  hand  exalts  the  peor, 
He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door, 
And  makes  them  company  for  kings. 
4  When  chlldlefs  families  defpair, 
He  fends  rhe  bleljfng  of  an  heir, 

To  refcue  their  expiring  name  j 

The  mother  with  a  thankful  voice 

Proclaims  his  praifes  and  her  joys  ; 

Let  ev'ry  age  advance  his  fame. 

PSALM     CXIII.     Long  Metre. 

God  fo-vcre'tgn  and  gracious. 

1  V'E  fervants  of  th' almighty  King, 

•*•  In  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  fing  : 
Where-e'er  the  fun  fhall  rife  or  fer, 
The  nations  fliall  his  praife  repeat. 

2  Above  the  earth,  beyond  the  flcy, 
Stands  his  high  throne  of  majefty  ; 
Nor  time,  nor  place  his  pow'r  reitrain, 
Nor  bound  his  miverfal  reign. 

3  Which  of  the  fons  of  Adam  dare, 
Or  angels  with  their  God  compare  ? 
His  glories  how  divinely  bright, 
Who  dwells  in  uucrea^ed  light  ! 

T    2 


-in  fSALM    CXIV. 

4  Behold  his  love  ;   he  ftonps  to  vi.  w 
What  faints  above  and  angels  do  ; 
And  condefcnds  yet  more  fo  know 
The  mean  affairs  of  men  below. 

5  From  duft  and  cottages  obfeure, 
His  grace  exalts  the  humble  poor  ; 
Gives  them  the  honour  of  his  fons. 
And  fits  them  for  his   heav'nly  thrones. 

[6    A  word  of  his  creating  voice 
Can  make  the  b.irren  houfc  rejoice  : 
Tho'  Sarah's  finery  years  were  paft, 
The  promis'd  feed  is  born  at  laft. 

7  With  joy  the  mother  views  her  fon, 
And  tells  the  wonders  God  has  done  : 
Fairh  may  prow  itrong  when  fenie  defpairs  j 
if  nature  fails,  the  promife  be-rs.] 

PSALM     CXIV. 

Miracles  attending  IfraeVs  journey. 

1  XI7HEN  lfrrl,  freed  from  P'aroabh  hand, 

W       Lerr  •  rant  and  his  Lnd, 

The  tri 'y-s  with  cheerful  homage  own 
Their  King,  and  'juduh  was  his  throne. 

2  A-crofs  the  deep  their  journey  lay  } 
The  deep  divides  to  make  them  way  : 

'dan  beheki  their  much,  ?nd  fled 
With  back.s 

3  The  mountains  (hook  fteep,    | 
Like  V 

Sinai  on  her 

Wha:  pow'r    <  old  in  ike  the  arep  divide  ? 
And  -Is  ? 


PSALM    CXV,  223 

5  Let  ev'ry  mountain,  ev'ry  flood, 
Retire  and  know  th*  approaching  God, 
The  King  of  IfrUl ;  fee  him  here  ; 
Tremble  thou  earth,  adore  and  fear. 

6  He  thunders,  and  all  nature  mourns  ; 
The  rock  to  Handing  pools  he  turns  ; 
Flints  fpring  with  fountains  at  his  word, 
And  fires  and  feas  confefs  the  Lord. 

PSALM     CXV.     Firft  Metre. 

The  true  God  our  Refuge  ;  or,  Idolatry  reproved, 

1  X  TOT  to  ourfelves,  who  are  but  dull, 

L^|    Not  to  ourfelves  is  glory  due, 
Eternal  God,  thou  only  jult, 
Thou  only  gracious,  wife  and  true. 

2  Shine  forth  in  all  thy  dreadful  name  : 
\Vhy  ihould  a  heathen's  haughty  tongue 
Infult  us,  and  to  rsife  our  fhame, 

Say,  WberSs  the  God  youy<ve  fer<vd fi  long  ? 

3  The  God  we  ferve  maintains  his  throne 
Above  the  clouds,  beyond  the  ikies, 
Thro'  all  the  earth  his  will  is  done, 

He  knows  oar  groans,  he  hears  our  cries, 

4  But  the  vaio  iiols  they  adore 

Are  fenfelefs  ihipes  of  ftone  and  wood  ; 
At  belt  a  mafs  of  glirt'ring  ore, 
A  filver  faint,  or  golden  gcd. 

L5   With  eyes  and  ears  rhey  carve  their  head  ; 
Deaf  are  their  ears,  their  eyes  are  blind  ; 
In  vain    re  coftly  uT'iings  made, 
And  vows  are  fcatter.'d  in  the  wind. 

6  Their  fceu  were  never  made  to  move, 
Nor  festndi  io  five  when  mortals  pray, 
Mortals  that  pay  them  fear  or  love, 
Seem  to  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they.} 


224  PSALM    CXV, 

7  O  Jfrfl,  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 
Thy  Help,  thy  Refuge,  and  thy  Reft  ; 
The  Lord  (hall  build  thy  ruins  up, 
And  biefi  the  people  and  the  prieft. 

8  The  dead  no  more  can  fpealc  thy  praife, 
They  dwell  in  filence  in  the  grave  ; 
But  we  (hall  live  to  ling  thy  grace, 
And  tell  the  world  thy  pow'r  to  fave. 

PSALM    CXV.     Second     Me-re. 
As  the  new  tune  of  the  50th  Pfalm. 
Pcpijh  Idolatry  reproved* 
A  Pfalm  for  the  5th  of  November. 

1  T\TOT  to  our  names,  thouonlyjuft  and  true, 
j\f    Not  to  our  worthless  name^is  glory  due: 

Thy  pow'r  and  grace, thy  truth  and  ju/tice  c'aim 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  fov'reign  name. 
Shine  thro'the  earth  from  heav'n  thy  blefl  abode, 
Nor  let  the  heathens  fay,  And nvhert 's ycur  God. 

2  Heav'n  is  thine  higher  court  :  there  Hands  thy 

throne, 
And  thro'  the  lower  wor'^r    thjf  v. ill    is  done  * 
Our  God  frahvd    all  ihis   earth,   thc-fe    hc» 

he  fpread, 
But  fools  adore   the  gods  rheii  hands  have  made; 
The  kneeling  croud  with  looks  d'-vout    behcid 
Their  filver  faviours,  and  their  faints  of  gold. 

[3  Vain  are  thofe  artful  fhapesof  eyes  and  ears; 
The  molten  imaae  neither  fees  nor  hears  ; 
Their  handt  :or  their  feet  can  1. 

They  have  no  fpeech,  nur  thought,   nor  p< 

nor  love  ; 
Yet  foolim  mjrta!i  1    tke    '  -ir   long  complaints 
To  their  de.if  idoi  .  novelefs  fiuikt! 

4  The  rich  hive  ftataes  well  adorn'd  with  goJi; 
The  poor  content  wuh  £^ds  of  co*:;f;r  mould, 


PSALM    CXVI.  225 

With  tools  of  iron  carve  the  fenfelefs  (lock 
Lope  from  a  tree,  or  broken  from  a  rock  • 
People  and  prieft  drive  on  the  folemn  trade, 
And  truft  the  gods  thatfaws  and  hammers  made.] 

5  Be  heav'n  and  earth  amaz'd  !  'tis  hard  to  fay, 
Which  is  more  ftupid,  or  their  gods,  or  ftiey. 

O  Ifr'el  truft  the  Lord  ;  he  hears  and  Tees, 
He  knows  thy  forrows,  and  reftores  thy  peace  : 
His  worthi p  does  a  thoufand  comforts  yield  ; 
He  is  thy  help,  and  he  thine  heav'nly  fhieid. 

6  O  Britain,  truft  the  Lord  ;  thy  foes  in  vain, 
Attempt  thy  ruin,  and  oppofe  thy  reign  ; 

Had  they  prevail'd,darknefs  had  clos'd  our  days. 
And  death  and  filence  had  forbid  his  praife  : 
But  we  are  fav'd,  and  live  ;  let  fongs  arife, 
And  Britain  blefs  the  God  that  built  the  ikies. 

PSALM     CXVI.     Firjl  Pari. 

Recovery  from  Jtcknefs* 

*  T  LOVE  the  Lord  ;  he  heard  my  crier, 
i     And  pity'd  ev'ry  groan   : 
Long  as  1  live,  when  troubles  rS& 
I'll  haften  to  hi6  throne. 

2  I  love  the  Lord  :  he  bow'd  his  ear, 

And  chas'd  my  griefs  away  : 
O  let  my  heart  no  more  defpair, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  ! 

3  My  flefh  declin'd,  my  fpirits  fell, 

And  I  drew  near  the  dead, 
While  inward  pangs  and  fears  of  hell 
Perplex'd  my  wakeful  head. 

4  "  My  God,  I  cry'd,  thy  fervant  fave, 

"  Thou  ever  good  and  juft  ; 
11  Thy  pow'r  can  refcue  from  the  grave; 
"  Thy  poVr  is  all  my  truft." 


2i6         PSALM    CXVI. 

5  rrhc  Lord  beheld  me    fore  diftreft, 

He  bid  my  pains  reu, 
Return,  my  foul,  to  God  chy  Reft, 
For  thou  haft  known  his  love. 

6  My  God  hath  fav'd  my  foul  from  death, 

And  dry'd  my  falling  tears  : 
Now  to  his  praife  L  d  fpeni  my  breath, 
And  my  remaining  years. 

I  S  A  L  M  CXVI.  t*r.  I2,  ^  &„„,  jtffc 

IVlw  ;W*  /«  trouble  paid  in  the  chur:h    :    or , 
Public  thanks  for  private  deliverance* 

I    V  T  7HAT  fhall  I  render  to  my  God 
VV     For  all  his  kiiuin^fs  mown  ) 
My  feet  fhall  Vifit  thine  abode, 
My  longs  addrcfs  thy  throne. 

3  Among  the  faints  that  fill  thine  houfe 
My  ofTrings  fhall  be  paid  ; 
There  .lull  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  foal  in  anguifli  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever-blefled  God  ! 
How  dear  thy  fetvaats  in  thy  fight  ! 
How  precious  is  their  blood  ? 

4  How  happy  all  thy  fervants  are  ! 

Mow  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 
My  life  which  thou  haft  made  thy  care. 
Lo;J,  I  devote  to  thee. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  forever  thine, 

Nor   fhall  my  purpofe  move  : 
Thy  hand  hath  locs'd  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  wkK  thy  love. 

6  Here  in  thy  courts  I  iwve  my  vow, 

And  thy  rich  grace  record  j 


PSAL  M    CXVII,         227 

Witnefs,  ye  faints,  who  hear  me  now, 

If  I  for  fake  the  Lord. 
PSALM     CXVII.     Common  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  from  all  nations. 

1  /~\  ALL  ye  nations  praife  the  Lord, 
\J     Each  with  a  difPrent  tongue  ; 
In  every-  language  learn  his  word, 

And  let  his  name  be  fung. 

2  His  mercy  reigns  through  ev'ry  land  ; 

Proclaim  his  grace  abroad  ; 
For  ever  firm  his  truth  ihall  Hand  ; 
Praife  ye  the  faithful  God. 

PSALM    CXVII.     Long   Metre. 

1  "pROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  fkies, 
J7       Let  the  Creator's  praife  arife   ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  fung 
Through, ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends    thy  word  ; 

Thy  praife  fhall  found  from  ihore    to    more, 
'Till  fun  fhail  rife  and  fet  no  more. 

PSALM    CXVII.     Short  Metre.     , 

'    1    *  i'^HY  name,  almighty  Lord, 

JL        Shall  found  thro'  diftant  lands  ; 
Great  is  thy  grace,  and  fure  thy  word : 
Thy  truth  forever  Hands. 

2  Far  be  thine  honour  fpread, 
And  long  thy  praife  endure, 
'Till  morning-light  and  ev'ning  (hade 
Shall  be  exchang'd  no  mere. 

PSALM    CXVIII.  Firft  Part.  6—15, 
Deliverance  from  a  Tumult. 
x   npHE  Lord  appears  my  Helper  now, 
JL     Ndr  in  my  faith  afraid 


228       PSALM     CXVIII. 

What  all  the  Tons  of  eartli  cin  do, 
Sin  e  heav  n  affords  i:s  aid. 
z   'Tis  fifcr,  Lord,  to  hrpp  in  fh«e, 
ny  God  my  Friend, 

Th  n  '.ruft  in  men  of  hi\jh  decree, 
And  on  their  truth  depend. 

3  Like  bees,  my  foes  befet  me  round, 

A  large  and  angry  fwarni  ; 
But  I  (hall  aJl  their  rage  confound, 
2y  thine  almighty  arm, 

4  '  Tis  through  the  Lord  my  heart  is  irong, 

In  him  my  lips  rejoice  .- 
While  his  fal  f^ng» 

How  cheerful  is  my  voice  ! 

5  Like  angry  bees  rhcy  girt  me  round  ; 

When   God  appears,   they  fly  : 
So  burning  thorn*  with  crackling  foomi 
Mata  a  fierce  blaze,  and  die. 

6  Joy  to  the  faints  and  peace  belongs  ; 

The  Lord  prore£ts  their  ways  : 

j  r'el  tur.e  immortal    fongs 
To  his  almighty  grace. 

?  S  A  L  M     CXVHI.   Second  Part.    17— 1\. 

Public  pralfc  for  deliverance  from  death. 

I    T     ORD,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervant  cry, 
\__J    And  refcu'd  from  the  grave  : 
Now  (hall  he  live  ;  (and  none  can  die, 
If  God  refolve  to  fave.) 

Z  Tlw  praife  more  con fi ant  than  before, 
Shall  fill  his  daily  breath  -T 
Thv  hand  that  hath  chaftib'd  him  fore, 
Defends  hira  Hill  from  death. 

0   Op<*n  th?  £lte$ofZi#*  now, 
Fw  we  ft  all  jvorfhip  there; 


PSALM    CXVIH.       22£ 

"The  houfe  where  all  ihe  righteous  g« 
Thy  mercy  to  declare. 

4  Among  th'  afiemblies  of  thy  faints 
Our  thankful  voice  we  raife  ; 
There  we  have  told  thee  our  complaint.?, 
And  there  we  fpeak  thy  praife. 

PSALM     CXVIII.  Third  Part.     22,  23. 

Chrift  the  Foundation  of  the  Church. 
1   TOEHOLD  the  fure  foundation-ftone 
Jf3     Which  God  in  Ziox  lays, 
To  build  our  heav'nly  hopes  upon. 
And  his  eternal  praife, 

%  Chofen  of  God,  t#  Hnners  dear, 
And  faints  adore  his' name  ; 
They  fruli  their  whole  filvation  here* 
Nor  mall  they  fuffer  (hame. 

3  Thefoolifti  builders,  fcribe  and  prieft, 

Reject  it  with  difdain  ; 
Yet  on  this  Rock  the  church  mall  reft, 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

4  What  though  the  gates  of  hell  withilood  ? 

Yet  muil  this  building  rife  : 
'Tis  thy  own  work,  almighty  God, 
And  wond'rous  in  our  eyes. 

PSALM  CXVin.  Fourth  Part.   24,  >/,  25. 
Hojanna  ;  the  Lord's-daj  ;   or,  Chrift's  refur- 
rcStion,  and  our  Jalvaiion. 

1  *  S   'HIS  is  the  dav  the  Lord  hath  made, 

X        He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 
Let  heav'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad,  ¥ 

And  praife  furround  thy  throne. 

2  To  and  left  the  dead  ; 

And  faua's  eucoir?  fell  s 


23o        PSALM    CXVIII. 

To-day  the  faints  his  triumph  fpread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Ho/anna  to  th'  anointed  King, 

To  David**  holy  Son  : 
Help  us.  O  Lord;  defcend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Blcft  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  mcfiages  of  grace  ; 
Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  nam% 
To  fave  our  finful  race.     . 

5  Ho/anna  in  the  highefl  ftrains 

The  church  on  earih  can  raife  : 
'    The  highefl  heav'ns  in  which  he  reigns, 
£>hall  give  him  nobler  praife.         ^ 

PSALM     CXVIIL      22—27. 
Short  Metre. 

///?  Hcfanna  fir  the  Lord's-^  ;  or,  A  rkm 
Jong  of Jalvation  by  Chriit. 
EE  what  a  living  Stone 
the  builders  did  rc-fufe  ; 
_  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon 
In  fpite  of  envious  Jtws. 
Th?  fcribc  and  angry  prieft, 

Reject  thine  only  Sen  : 
Vet  on  this  Rock  mail  Zicn  reft 

As  the  chief  corner-Hone. 
The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 

Ar.d  wone'rous  in  our  eyes  : 
This  day  declares  it  all  Irvine, 

This  day  did  jefu*  rife. 
This  is  the  glorious  day 

I   r>r-  Redeem?:  made  ; 

L<*t  us  rej«  ice,  and  linp-,  and  pray  : 

lil  the  church  be  giad. 


■s 


PSALM    GXVIIL       23.1 

5  Ho/anna  to  the  King, 

Of  David's  royal  blood  ; 
Elefs  Him  ye  faints,  he  comej  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

6  We  blefs  thine, holy  word, 

Which  all  this  grace  difplays  ; 
And  oifcr  0:1  thine  altar,  Lord, 
Oar  facriiice  of  praife. 

PSALM    C*V1II.    22—27.    Long  Mete. 

An  Hofanna/ar  the  Lord's-day  ;  or,  A  new 
fong  of  fat  vat  ha  by  Chrift. 

1  T     Q,  what  a  glorious  corner-Hone 

.  L/irhe  Jeiufjh  builders  did  refufe  : 
But  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 
In  fpite  of  envy  and  the  Jews, 

2  Great  God,  the  work  is  all  divine, 
The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes  ; 
This  is  the  day  that  proves  it  thine, 
The  day  that  fawr  our  Saviour  rife. 

3  Sinners  rejoice,  and  faints  be  glad  : 
Hofanna,  let  his  name  be  bieft, 

A  thoufand  honours  on  his  head, 
With  peace,  and  light,  and  glory  reft  ! 

4  In  God's  own  name  he  conies  to  brigg 
Solvation  to  our  dying  race  : 

Let  the  whole  church  addrefs  their  King 
With  hearts  of  joy,  and  fongs  of  praife. 

P  S  AJL  M     CXIX. 

[/  have  colkfied  and  difpofed  the  mo  ft  ufcful  verfa 
of  this  pfalm  under  eighteen  different  beads ,  and 
formed  a  divine   fong  upon  each  cf  them  ;   but 
the    verfes   are  much  tranfpofed,  to  attain  fome  ' 
degree  of  connexion. 

In  fome  places,  among  thewofds,  law,  commands, 
judgments,    teftimonies,  /  have  ufed  gofpei>  ' 


•32         PSALM    CXIX. 

word,  grace,  truth,  promifes,  &e«  as  more  a« 
I  tealle  to  the  New -Tenement,  and  the  common 
language  of  chrijlians,  and  it  equally  anfjutrs 
the  defign  of  the  Pfalmift,  which  <U>aj  to  recom- 
mend the  holy  fcriptures.  ] 

PSALM     CXIX.      Firf  Part. 
The  blejfednefs  of  the  faints,    and   the   ntfery    rf 
Jinners. 
Ver.    i,   2,    3. 
t  TJLEST  arc  the  undefiTd  in  heart, 
JD   Whofe  ways  are  right  and  clean  ; 
Who  never  from  thy  law  depart, 
But  fly  from  ev'ry  fin.  ^ 

^  Bkft  are  the  men  that  keep  thy  word, 
And  pradtifc  thy  commands  ; 
With  their  whole  heart  they  feek  the  Lord, 
And  ferve  thee  with  their  hands. 
Ver.   165. 
£  Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law  j 
How  firm  their  fouls  abide  ! 
Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  dravtf 
Their  He^dy  feet  afide. 
Ver.  6. 
4  Then  mall  my  heart  have  inward  joy. 
And  keep  my  face  from  fhame, 
When~a!)  thy  ftatutes  I  obey, 
vAnd  honour  all  thy  name. 
Ver.   2F,   11 8. 
%  But  haughty  finners  God  will  hatey 
The  proud  mall  die  accurft  ; 
The  fons  of  falfhood  and  deceit 
Arc  trodden  to  the  dull. 

Ver.   119.   155. 
6  Vile  as  the  drofs  the  wicked  are  t 
And  thofe  that  leavt  thy  waj* 


; 

P  S  A  L  M    CXIX.         233 

Shall  fee  falvation  from  afar, 
But  never  tafte  thy  grace. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Second  Part. 

Secret  devotions-  and  fpiritual  meditations  .}  OCj 
Conjiant  cenverje  with  Gcd. 

Ver.    147,   55. 

1  nr^O  thee  before  the  dawning  light, 

J[        My  gracious  God  I  pray  ; 
I  meditate  thy  name  by  night, 
And  keep  thy  law  by  day. 
Ver.  fft; 

2  My  fpirit  faints  to  fee  thy  grace, 

Thy  prom iie-  bears  me  up  !  . 
And  while  falvation  long  dela} 
Thy  wcrd  fupport.s  my  hope. 
Ver.    1*614. 

3  Seven  times  a  day  J  lift  my  hands, 

And  pay  my  thanks  to  thee, 
Thy  righteous  providence  demands 
Repeated  praife  from  me. 
Ver.   t  z . 

4  When  midnight  darknefs  veils  the  fkie$> 

I  call  thy  works  to  mind  ; 
My  thoughts  in  warm  devotion  rife, 
Ami  Tweet  acceptance  find. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Third  Parr, 
frofejjions  of  jincerity, repentance  and  ci: 

Ver.    57,   6:>. 
I    '"TT^HOU  art  my  portion,  O  tny  Gcd  *; 
X        Soon  as  I  know  thy  way, 
My  heart  makes  haile  t*  obey  thy  word, 
And  fuffers  no  dday. 

Ver.  30,   14. 
t  I  chufe  the  pah  of  heav'nly  trut^  ' 
And  glorv  in  mv  chtefre  ; 
U  1 


t£»         PSALM    CXIX. 

Not  all  the  riches  of  the  eartk 
Could  make  me  fo  rejoice. 

3  The  teHimunies  of  thy  grace 
t        I  fet  before  my  eyes  ; 

Thence  I  derive  my  daily  ftrengtlf, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 

Ver.  59. 

4  If  «nce  I  wander  from  thy  paths, 

1  think  upon  my  ways, 
Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  command?, 
And  trufl  thy  pard'niog  grace. 

Ver.  c/4,   1 14. 

.  f  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 
O  fave  thy  fervant,  Lord  ; 
Thou  art  my  (hield,  my  hiding  place  ; 
My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 

Ver.   112. 

4  Thou  haft  inclrn'd  this  heart  of  mate 
Thy  ftatutes  to  fulfil  ; 
And  thus  'till  mortal  life  fhall  end, 
Would  I  perform  thy  will. 

fSALM     CXIX.    Fourth  JVr. 

InJlruBion  Jrtrs  fcriftnrc. 
Ver.  9. 

1  *U  OW  fhaTI  the  young  fccore  their  heirtf, 
X  x   ^nc*  guard  their  lives  from  fin  ; 

Ihv  word  the  choiceft  rules  impart 
To  keep  the  confeitnee  ciesn-. 

Verr  130. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 

It  fpr-cads  fiich  light  abroad, 
The  meaneft  fouls  inftruction  find, 
And  raife  their  thought*  to  Cic*L 


PSALM     CXIX.        235 

Ver.    105. 

3  *Tis  like  the  fun,  a  heav'nly  light* 

That  guides  us  all  the  day  ; 
And  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 
Ver.  99,   100. 

4  The  men  that  keep  thy  law  with  care* 

And  meditate  thy  word, 
Grow  wifer  than  their  teachers  are, 
And  better  krvow  the  Lord. 
Ver.   104,   113. 
5*  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wife  : 
I  hate  the  fmners  road  : 
I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rife^ 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 
Ver.  89,  90,  91. 
[6  The  ftarry  heav'ns  thy  rule  obey, 
The  earth  maintains  her  place  ; 
And  thefe  thy  fervants  night  and  day 
Thy  {kill  and  pow'r  exprefs. 

'jr  But  ftill  thy  law  and  gofpel,  Lord, 
Have  leflbns  more  divine  : 
Not  earth  {lands  firmer  than  thy  wordi, 
Nor  liars  fo  nobly  mine.] 

Ver.   160,   140,  9,  1 16. 
t  Thy  word  is  everlafting  truth  ; 
How  pure  is  ev'ry  page  1 
That  holy  book  jfhall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  fupport  our  age. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Fifth  Part. 

Delight  in  fcritiure  ;     or,  The    word  cf  Gq3 
dwelling    in  us. 

Ver.  97. 

OHOW  I  love  thy  holy  lav, 
'Tia  daily  my  delight  ; 


235  PSALM     CXIX. 

And  thenc;  my  meditations  draw 
Di»ine  advice  by  night. 

Ver.    i+8. 
2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day 
To  meditate  thy  word  ; 
My  foul  with  longing  melts  away 
To  hear  thy  gofpel,  Lord. 

Ver.   3,   13,   54. 
*  How  doth  thy  word  my  heart  engage  ! 
How  well  employ  my  tongue  ! 
And  in  my  tirefom?  pilgriimg-*, 
Yields  me  an  heav'nly  fang. 
Ver.    19,   103. 

4  Am  I  a  Granger,  or  at  home  : 

'Tis  my  perpetual  feaft    ; 
Not  honey  dropping  from  the  comb* 
So  much  allure*  the  talb. 

Ver.   72,   127. 

5  No  treasures  Co  enrich  the  mind  ; 

Nor  fhall  thy  word  be  fold 

For  loads  of  filver  well  refin'd, 

Nor  heaps  of  choiceft  gold. 

Ver.    28,  49,    17c. 

6  When  nature  finks,  and  fpints  droop, 

Thy  promifes  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  fupport  my  hope, 
And  there  I  write  thy  praife. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Sixth  Part. 


Holinefi  and  ctmfart  from  the  ttnrd. 
Ver.   123. 
ORD,   T  erteem  thy  judgments  right, 
And  all  thy  ltatutcs  jull, 
Thence  I  maintain  a  eonShmt  fight 
With  ev'ry  flatting  lull. 


'L 


PSALM    CXIX.         23? 

Ver.  97,  9. 

2  Thy  precepts  often  I  furvey  : 

I  keep  thy  law  in  Tight, 
Through  all  the  bus'nefs  ©f  the  dajfc 
To  form  my  actions  right. 
Ver.  62. 

3  My  heart  in  midnight  filence  cries, 

"  How  fweet  thy  comforts  be  ;" 
My  thoughts  in  holy  wonder  rife, 
And  bring  their  thanks  to  thee. 

Ver.   162. 

4  And  when  my  fpirit  drinks  her  nil, 

At  fome  good  word  of  thine, 
Not  mighty  men  that  mare  the  fpoil, 
Have  joys  compar'd  to  mine. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Seventh  Part. 

fntperfetfton  of  nature,  and perfeQion  of fcrifttirs* 

Ver.   96.  Paraphrafed. 

i    T*     ET  al!  the  heathen  writers,  join 
1    j     To  form  one  pcrieft  book  ; 
Great  God,  if  once  compared  with  thine* 
How  mean  their  writings  look. 

5  Not  the  moil  perfect  rules  they   gave 

Could  ftiew  one  fin  forgiv'n  : 

Nor  lead  a  ltep  beyond  the  grave  ; 

But  thine  conduct  to  heav'n. 

3  I've  Teen  an  end  of  what  we  call 

Perfection  here  below  ; 
How  (hort  the  pow'rs  of  nature   fall, 
And  can  no  further  go. 

4  Yet  men  would  fain  be  juft  with  God, 

By  works  their  hands  have  wrought  ; 
But  thy  commands,  exceeding  broad, 
Sxtend  to  eviy  thought. 


233         P  S  A  iL  M     CXIX. 

5  Ift  \'  p  -rfraion  h 

Whih      %  (  tir  frame  ; 

And  finks  our  virtues  do*-n  fo  far, 

They  force  deserve  tlic  name. 

6  Our  faith,  and  Jove,  and  ev*Ty  grzcc 

Fall  far  below  thy  word  ; 
B-*  perfed  truih  and  rrgh;eoufnef*. 
Dwell  cnly  with  the  Lord. 

PSALM     CXIX.     1 
The  word  c/Gfd  is  ^  or,    Thi 

excellency  and  <vcuitij  cffcripiure. 

1  I'     ORD,I  have  made  thy  word  my  cho^e., 
I    J     My  tailing  heritage  ; 

There  mall  my  nobleft  pow'rs  rejoice. 
My  warmed  thoughts  engage. 

2  I'll  read  the  hifl'ries  of  thy  love, 

And  keep  thy  laws  in  fight, 
While  thro'  the  promifes  I  rove 
Wiih  ever-frem  delight. 

3  'Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknOwa, 

Where  fprings  of  life  arife, 
Seeds  of  immortal  blifs  are  fown, 
And  hiddca  glory  lies. 

4  The  beft  relief  that  mourners  have, 

It  makes  our  forrows  blell  ; 
Oar  faireft  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  ererna!  reft. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Ninth    Part. 

De/ire  ef  knowledge  ;  or,    The    teachings  ef  the 
S}int  with  the  ivord. 

Ver.  64,  68,   i3. 
1    'T^tMY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lo-d, 
^       How  £cod  ihy  works* appear  ! 


PSALM     ,CXIX.  2*39 

Open  mine  eyes  to  read  thy  word, 
And  fee  thy  wonders  there. 

.Ver.  73,   125. 

2  My  heart  was  fafhion'd  by  thy  hand, 

My  fervice  is  thy  due  ; 
O  make  thy  fervant  underftand 

The  duties  he  mull  do.  j 

Ver.  19. 

3  Since  I'm  a  ftranger  here  below* 

Let  not  thy  path  be  hid, 
But  mark  the  road  my  feet  mould  gq. 
And  be  my  conftant  guide. 

Ver.  26. 

4  When  I  confefs  my  wand 'ring  ways, 

Thou  heardil  my  foul  complain  ^ 
Grant  me  the  teachings  of  thy  grace,. 
Or  I  fhail  ftray  again. 

Ver.  33,  34. 

5  If  God  to  me  his  flatutes  mew, 

And  heav'nly  truth  impart, 
His  work  for  ever  I'll  purfue, 
His  law  mail  rule  my  heart. 
Ver.  50,  71. 
This  was  my  cosifort  when  I  bore 

Variety  of  grief ; 
It  made  me  learn  thy  word  the  more, 
And  fly  to  that  relief. 
Ver.  51. 
[7  In  vain  the  proud  deride  me  now  { 
I'll  ne'er  forget  thy  law, 
Nor  let  that  blefled  gofpel  go 
Whence  all  my  hopes  I  draw. 
Ver.  27,   171. 
I  When  I  have  learn'd  my  Father's  wiU, 
i'tt  t^aph  the  world  his  ways  ; 


24o         PSALM    CXIX. 

My  thankful  lips  infpir'd  frith  zeal 
Shall  loud  pronounce  his  praife.] 

PSALM     CXIX.     Tenth  Pa*. 

Pleading  the  promi/ts. 

Ver.     5  8,  49. 
£    TJ  EHOLD  thy  waiting  jervanr,  Lord, 
Jt)     Devoted  to  thy  fear  ; 
Remember  and  confirm  thy  word, 
For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 

Vcr.  41,  efc,   ic;. 
M  Haft  thou  not  writ  falvation  down, 
And  promis'd  quick'ning  grace  ? 
Doth  not  my  heart  addrefs  thy  throne  t 
And  yet  thy  love  delays. 
Ver.   125,  42. 

I  Mine  eyes  for  thy  falvation  faif  5 
O  bear  thy  fervant  up  ; 
Nor  let  the  fcornng  lips  prevail, 
Who  dare  reproach  my  hope. 
Ver.   49,   74. 

4  6idft  thou  not  raife  my  faith,  O  Lord  ? 
Then  let   thy  truth  appear  : 
Saints  mall  rejoice  in  my  reward, 
And  truft  as  well  as  fear. 

PSALM     CXIX.  ".rr/. 

Breathing  after  k"J:nc/s. 
Ver.  5,  33. 
t  ^v  THAT  the  Lord  would  guide  my  wayi 
\^J  To  keep  his  fiatutes  (till  ! 
O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will  ! 
Ver.  29. 
2  O  fend  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 
Tkv  law  upon  my  kwtrt  r 


PSALM     CXIX.         24t 

Nor  let  *my  tonfue  indulge  deceit,. 
Nor  aft  the  liar's  part. 

Ver.   36,  37. 

3  From  vafjity  tarn  off  my  eyes ; 

Let  no  corrupt  defign, 
Nor  covetous  defires  arife 
Within  this  foul  of  mine. 
Ver.   133. 

4  Order  my  footfteps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  fmcere  ; 
Let  fin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  confcience  clear. 
Ver.  176. 

5  Mv  foul  hath  gone  too  far  ait  ray, 

My  feet  too  often  flip  ; 
Yet  fince  I've  not  forgot  thy  way, 
Reftore  thy  wand'ring  fheep. 
Ver.  55. 
-6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands  ; 
'Tis  a  delightful  road  : 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands, 
Offend  againft  my  God. 

PSALM   CXIX.     Twelfth  Part. 

Breathing  after  comfort  and  deliverance, 

Ver.    1^. 

1  TVl/T  Y  Go<^  con^deriny  diilrefs, 
JLVJL  Let  mercy  piead  my  caufe  ; 
Tho'  I  have  fmn'd  againli;  thy  grace, 

I  can't  forget  thy  Jaws, 

Ver.   39,  116. 

2  Forbid,  forbid  the  iTurp  reproach, 

Which  I  fojuftly  fear  ; 
Uphold  my  'ife,  uphold  my  hopes, 
Nor  let  my  fhame  appear, 
W 


P  S  A  L  M    CXIX. 

J.  for  me, 
Eat  make  thy  v, 

Tie  cries,    . 
And  t 

"  Ver. 
r   Look  down  upon  mv  farrows,  Lord, 
And  ih;w  thy  grace 

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r.arr.e. 

Tjirutml  Pert, 

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ITII  my   whole   henrt  I've  fonght 

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Ver;   II. 

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g  fin. 

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P  S  A  L  M    CXIX.  243 

My  foul  abhors  a  lying  tongue, 
But  loves  thy  righteous  law. 
Ver.   16 1,   120. 

5  My  heart  with  facred  rev'rence  hears 

The  threat'nings  of  thy  word  \ 
My  flefh  with  holy  trembling  fears 
The  judgments  of  the  Lord. 
Ver.   160,   174. 

6  My  God,  I  long,  I  hope,  I  wait 

For  thy  falvation  ilill  ; 
While  thy  whole  'aw  is  my  delieftV, 
And  I  obey  thy  will. 

P  S  A  L  M     CXIX.     Xaurtft&b  Part. 

Benefit  cf  aj*;5!.o;>s,  and  fupp'.n  mdjtf.  them 

-Wr.    153,   Si,   £2. 

1  V^lONSIpER  all  my  forrows,  Lord, 

V^   And  thy  dehVrance  fend  ; 
My  foul  for  thy  falvation  faints  ; 
When -will  my  troubles  end  ? 
Ver.  y\. 

2  Vet  I  have  found  'tis  good  for  nv; 

To  bear  my  father's  rod  ; 
AfHi&ions  make  me  learn  thy  law, 
And  live  upon  my  God. 

Ver.  50. 

3  This  is  the  comfort  I  enjoy 

When   new  diftrefs  begins  : 
I  read  thy  word,  I  run  thy  way, 
And  hate  my  former  fins. 
Ver.  92. 

4  Had  not  thy.  word  been  my  delight, 

When  earthly  joys  were  fled, 
My  .foul,  oppreii  with  forrow7s  weight, 
Had  funk  among!!  the  dead, 


244  #  S  A  f.  M    CX1X. 

Ver.  7-. 

5  I  know  thy  judgments,  Lord,  are  right, 

Tho'  they  m?.y  Teem  fcvere  ; 

The  lharpelk  fufPrings  I  endure 

Flow  from  thy  faithful  care. 

Ver.  67. 

6  Before  I  knew  thy  chafl'ning  rod, 

My  feet  were  apt  to  firay  j 
But  now  I  learn  to  keep  thy  word, 
Nor  zander  from  thy  way. 

f  S  A  L  M     CXIX.     Fifteenth  Part. 

Holy   refolutitms. 

Ver.  93. 

1  S~\  THAT  thy  ftatutes  evVy  hour 
V^/   Might  dwell  upon  my  mind  ! 
Thence  I  derive  a  quick'ning  pow'r# 

And  daily  peace  I  find. 

Ver.    1;,    16. 

2  To  meditate  thy  precepts,  L 

vShall  be  my  fweet  employ   ; 
My  foul  (hall  ne'er  forger  thy  word, 
Thy  word  is  all  m 

Ver.' 32.' 
<$  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commsnej, 
If  thou  my  heart  difcharge 
From  fin  and  fatan's  hateful  chains, 
And  fet  my  feet  at  large  ! 
Ver.    13,  46. 
4  My  lips  with  courage  fhall  declare 
Thy  fintuies  and  thy  name  ; 
I'll  fpeak  thy  word,  tho'  kings  fliould  hear, 
Nor  yield  to  finful  fhame. 

Ver.  61,  69,   70. 
c  Let  bands  of  perfecutors  rife 
1Tq  ro,V  me  of  my  .Igh:, 


P  S  A  L  M     CX1X.        245 

Let  pride  and  malice  forge  their    lies, 
Thy  law  is  my  delight. 

Ver.    115. 

6  Depart  from  me,  ye  wicked  race, 
Whole  hands  and  hearts  are  ill  ! 
I  love  my  God,  I  love  his  ways, 
And  mull  obey  his  will. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Sixteenth  Part, 
Prayer  for  quickening  grace. 
Ver.   25,  37. 
1  lies  cleaving  to  the  dutt ; 


'M 


-Y  foul 


Lord,'  give  me  life  divine  ; 
From  vain  defires  and  ev'ry  lull 
Tarn  off  thefe  eyes  of  mine. 

2  I  need  the  influence  of  thy  grace 

To  fpeed  me  in  thy  way, 
Left  I  fhould  loiter  in  my  race, 
Or  turn  my  feet  aftray. 

Ver.    107, 

3  When  fore  afBicn^ns  prefs  me  down* 

I  need  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs  % 
Thy  word  that  .1  have  rerlcd  on 
Shall  help  my  heavieft  hours. 
Ver.    156,   40. 

4  Are  not  thy  mercies  fov'reign  Hill, 

And  tho'u  a  faithful  Gci  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  ze.il 
To  run  the  heav'iily  road  ? 
Ver.   i  59,  40. 

5  Doe3  HJ  my  heart  thy  precept  love. 

And  long  to  fee  thy  face  1 
And  yet  how  flow  my  fnirits  meve 
Without  enliv'nin^  grace  i 
W   2 


246         *  S  A  L  M    CXIX. 

Ver.  fa 
ff  Thert  ftia'l  I  love  thy  gofpe!  more, 
And  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
When  I  have  felt  its  quick'ning  powV 
1  o  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Seventeenth  Part. 

Courage  an  J  perft<vtrance  under  persecution  ;   or, 
Grace  fiining  in  difficulties  and  trials. 

Ver.    143,  28. 

l»  TT7HEN  pain  and  anguifh  feize  me,  Lordi 

\  V    All  my  fupport  is  from  thy  word  : 

"  My  ibul  di.Tolves  for  heavinefs  ; 

Uphold  me  ivith  thy  llrength'ning  grace. 

Ver.   5  1,  69,  1  10. 

2  The  proud  have  fram'd  their  icon's  and  lies, 
They  watch  my  feet  with  envious  t  . 

And  tempt  my  foul  to  fnares  and  tin  j 
Yet  thy  commands  I  ne'er  dtz. 
Ver.   161, 

3  They  hate  me,  Lord,  without  a  caufe, 
They  hate  to  fee  me  love  thy  I 

But  I  will  truft  and  fear  thy  name, 
1  Till  pride  and  malice  die  v.i:h  ihame. 

PSAL  M     CXIX.     laft  Par!. 

Sanctified  ajjliBiows  ;  or,  flight  in  the  «U0fJ 
of  God. 

Ver.   67 ,   $9. 

;   Tp  ATHEP.,  I  blefs  thy  gentle  hand  ; 
JH     How  kind  was  thy  chaAifmg  rod, 
That  fore'd  my  confeience  to  a  Hand, 
And  brought  my  wand'ring  foul  :u  O 

£   Fooliih  and  vr>in  1  went  aitray, 
F/er  (  had  felt  thy  fcourges,  Lord, 
I  left  my  guide,  and  loft  my 
ttat  bc\t  1  love  s&d  keep  thy  v.*.  a. 


P-  5  A  L  M    CXX.  247 

Ver.  71. 
3  'Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke, 
For  pride  is  apt  to  rife  and  fwell  ; 
'Tis  good  to  bear  my  father's  ftroke, 
That  I  might  learn  his  ftatutes  well. 
Ver.  72. 
4.  The  law  that  i  flues  from  thy  mouth 
Shall  raife  my  cheerful  paffions  more 
Than  all  the  treafures  of  the  South, 
Or  Weflern  hills  of  golden   ore. 
Ver.   7i. 

5  Thy  hands  have  made  my  mortal  frame, 
Thy  fpirit  form'd  my  foul  within  ;  tj    * 
Teach  me  to  know  thy  wond'rous  name* 
And  guard  me  fafe  from  death  and  fin. 

Ver.  74. 

6  Then  all  that  love  and  fear  the  Lord, 
At  my  falvation  (hall  rejoice  ; 

For  I  have  hoped  in  thy  word, 
And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice, 

PSALM     CXX. 

Complaint  of  quarrtlfome  neighbours  ;  or,    A  tii* 
<vout  <wijh  for  peace* 

\    '*T^KOU  God  of  love,  thou  ever- bieft, 
£  Pity  my  fufPring  ft  ate  ; 

When  wilt  thou  fet  my  foul  at  reft 
From  lips  that  love  deceit  ? 

2  Hard  lot  of  mine  !  my  days  are  caft 

Among  the  fons  of  1* rife, 
Whofe  ncver-ceajyi^  brawlings  wafte 
My  golden  hours  of  life. 

3  O  might  I  fly  to  change  my  place, 

How  would  I  choofe  to  dwell 

In   fome  wild  Jonsfome  wiidernefs, 

fynd  leave  chefe  gm$  o|  heil  ! 


248  PSALM    CXXI. 

4  Peace  is  the  blefling  that  I  feck, 

How  lovely  are  its  charm*  ! 
I  am.for  peace  ;  but  when  I  fpeak, 
They  all  declare  for  arms. 

5  New  pafiions  flill  their  fouls  engage, 

And  keep  their  malice  ftrong  : 
What  fhall  be  done  to  curb  thy  rage, 
O  thou  devouring  tongue  ! 

6  Should  burning  arrows  fmite  thee  thro', 

Strict  juftice  would  approve  ; 
But  I  had  rather  fpare  my  foe, 
And  mek  his  heart  with  love. 

PSALM     CXXI.     Long  Metre., 
Divine  proteflion. 
I   T  TP  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 

\J      Th*  eternal  hills  beyon'j  the  fcies    ; 
Thence  all  her  help  my  foul  derives  ; 
There  my  almighty  refuge  lives. 

».  He  lives  the  everlafting  God, 
That  built  the  world, that  fpread  the  flood, 
The  heav'ns  with  all  their  hofts  he  made, 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 

3  He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way  ; 
His  morning  fmiles  blefs  all  the  day, 
He  fpreads  the  ev'ning  veil,  and  keeps 
The  filent  hours  while  IjVel  f;v 

4  ///■'<■/,  a  name  divinely  bielt, 
May  rife  fecure,  fecurely  reft  ; 
Thy  holy  Guardian's  vyakefu!  < 
Admit  no  flumber  nor   furprize. 

5  No  fun  fhail  fmite  thy  head  '«y  d:.y, 
Nor  the  pale  moon  with  fickly  ray 
Shall  blalt  thy  couch  :  no 

Da::  his  malignant  firs  fo  t?.i. 


PSAL  M    CXXh  249 

f  Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  burn. 
Still  thou  malt  go,  and  (till  return, 
Safe  in  the  Lord  ;    his  heav'nly  care 
Defends  thy  life  from  ev'ry  fnare. 

7  On  thee  foul  fpirits  have  no  povv'r  j 
And  in  thy  laft  departing  hour, 
Angels,  that  trace  the  airy  road, 
Shall  bear  thee  homeward    to  thy  God. 

PSALM    CXXI.     Common  Metre. 

Prefers  at  ion  by   day  and  night. 

i   '  *  sO  heav'n  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes  : 
t        There  all  my  hopes  are  laid, 
The  Lord  that  built  the  earth  and  floes, 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 

2  Their  feet  mall  never  Aide  to  fall, 

Whom  he  defigns  to  keep  ; 
His  ear  attends    the  fofteft  call  ; 
His  eyes  can  never  fleep. 

3  He  will  fuilain  our  weakeft  pow'rs 

With  his  almi.  hty  arm, 
And  watch  our  moit  unguarded  hours 
Againrt  furprifing  harm. 

4  IjVel  rejoice,  and  re£  fecure, 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord  ; 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  pow'r 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 

5  Nor  fcorching  fun,  nor  fickly  moon, 

Shall  have  his  leave  to  fmite  ; 
He  fhields  thy  head  from  burning  noon, 
From  blafling  damps  at  night. 

£  He  guards  thy  foul,  he  keeps  thy   breath, 
Where  thickefl  dangers  eome  ; 
Go,  and  return  fecure  from  death, 
'Till  God  commands  thee  home. 


25°  PSALM     CXXI, 

P  S  A  L  M     CXXr.     As  the   i43:h    l'falm. 

God  cur  prefer-vsr. 

i   T  TPWARDIlrftmine  eytr«, 
\y      From  God  is  all  my  aid  : 
The  God  that  built  the  fkies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made  : 
God  is  the  tow'r 
Vo  which  I  fly  ; 
His  grace  is  nigh      % 
In  ev'ry  hour. 

j.  My  feet  mail  never  Aide, 
And  tall  in  fatal  fnares, 
Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide, 
D -Tends  me  from  my  fears. 

Thole  wakeful  eyes 

That  never  fleep, 

Shall  I/r'el  keep 

When  dangers  rife, 

burning  heats  by  day,     * 
Nor  bkrib  of  ev'ning  air, 

II  take  my  health  away, 
If  God  be  with  me  there  : 
'    Thou  art  my  fun, 
And  thou  my  made, 
To  guard  my  head 
By  night  or  noon. 

4  Hall  thou  not  giv'n  thy  word 
To  five  my  foul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  trufl  my  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath. 
I'll  go  and  come, 

-ar  to  die, 
'Till  from  on   high 
Thou  call  me  home. 


PSALM    CXXIL        25  c 

PSALM     CXXII.     Common  Metre, 
Going  to    Church. 
\   T  TOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
[JL     My  friends  devoutly  fay, 
In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 
And  keep^  the  folemn  day  ? 

2  I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road  ■ 

The  church  adorn'd  with  grace. 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  mew  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts  with  joys  unknown 

The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne. 
And  fits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praifes  and  complaints  ; 

And  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  finners  from  the  faints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  facred  pla*e, 

And  joy  *«**  conftant  gueit  !  '•  CL. 

With  holy  gifts  r.nd  heav'nly  grnce  ^ 

Be  her  attendants  blefl  ! 

6  My  foul  fhall  prayHTor  Zion  ftill, 

While  life  or  breath  remains  ; 
There  my  heft  friend?,  my  kindred  dwell  ; 
There  God  my  Saviour  reigns. 

PSALM     CXXIL      Proper    Turn-. 

Going  to  Church. 

1    1   TOVv'  pleas'd  and  bleft    wa< 
171      To  hearth?  people  cry, 
t  usfeek  our  Gocl/<?  day  ; 
with  a  chenrfirl  zeal, 
hrfte  to  Zion  5  hill, 

.»;  vows  a«U  honours  pay,  ij 


i5z         PSALM    CXXIII. 

2  Zioit,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorn'd  with  wond'rous  grace, 

And  walls  of  Ilrength  embrace  thee  round  ; 

In  thee  our  tribes  appear, 

To  pray  and  praife  and  hear 
The  facred  gofpel's  joyful  found. 

3  There  David's  greater  Son 
Has  fix'd  his  royal  throne, 

He  fits  for  grace  and  judgment  there  ; 

He  bids  the  faint  be  glad, 

He  makes  the  fmner  lad, 
And  humble  fouls  rejoice  with  fear. 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait 

To  blef)  the  foul  of  ev'ry  gueft  ! 
The  man  that  feeks  thy  peace, 
And  wifhes  thine  increafe,  4 

A  thoufand  bleflings  on  him' reft  I 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows 
Peace  to  this  /acre  J  boufe  ! 

For  there  my  friends  and  kindred    dw»ll  ; 

And  fince  my  glorious  God 

Makes  thee  his  bleft  abode, 
My  foul  mall  ever  love  thee  well  ! 
[Repeat  the  <\jb  Jianza  to    eompleat    th§     tur.e.\ 

psa'lm    CXXIII. 

Pltading   ivitb  fubmijjion. 

1  /""X  THOU  whofe  grace  and  juftice  reign 
V_^J      Enthron'd  above  the  flcies, 

To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  their  pain, 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes. 

2  As  fervants  watch  their  matter's  hand, 

And  fear  the  angry  ftroke  ! 
Or  maid*  before  their  miftrefs  (land, 
And  wait  a  peaceful  look  ; 


PSALM    CXXIV.       253 

g  So  for  our  fins  we  jufl.lv  feel 
Thy  difcipline,  O  God  ; 
Yet  wait  the  gracious  moment  dill, 
'Till  thou  remove  thy  rod. 

4  Thofe  that  in   wealth  and  pleafure  live, 

Our  daily  groans  deride, 
And  thy  delays  of  mercy  give 
Frelli  courage  to  their  pride, 

5  Our  foes  infult  us,  but  our  hope 

In  thy  companion  lies  ; 
This  thought  mail  bear  our  fpirils  up, 
That  God  will  not  dtfpife. 

PSALM     CXXIV. 

A fong  for  the  $tb  ^November. 

1  T  T  AD  not  the  Lord,  may  I/r'el&y, 
Jtl  Had  not  the  Lord  mainrain'd  our  fid:. 
When  men,  to  make  our  lives  a  prey, 

Rofe  like  the  fwelling  of  the  tide  : 

2  The  fwelling  tide  had  flop't  our  breath, 
So  fiercely  did  the  waters  roll, 

We  had  been  fwallow'd  deep  in  death  ; 
Proud  waters  had  o'erwhelra'd  our  foul. 

3  We  leap  for  joy,    we  fhou:  and  fing, 
Who  juft  efcap'd  the  fatal  nroke  ; 
So  flies  the  bird  with  chearful  wing, 
When  once  the  fowler's  fnare  is  broke* 

4.  For  ever  .hie  fled  be  che  Lord, 

Who  broke  the  fowler's  curled  faire. 
Who  fav'd  us  from  the  materia  .    I  , 

AncS  made  our  lives  and  fouls  nis  care. 

£  Our  help  is  in  Jehovah's  name, 

Who  form'd  t'13  earth  and  built  the  fkies  ;' 
H?  that  upholds  that  wond'rous  frame, 
Ouwrd*  his  own  church  with  watchful  eye?. 
X 


254         P  S 

PSM    M 
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A  rd  firm 


}  i  rock  the  fu  . 

That  leuns,  O  Lord, 

2  Not  wal's  r.or  hill:  couid  guard  fo-jwell 

Old  SaUm'j  happy  groan  :. 
As  thofe  eternal  arms  of  love,  , 
That  ev'ry  faint  furrou 

3  While  tyrants  :re  a  fmarting  fcour^e 

To  drive  them  near  »o  God, 
Divine  corapafTi  •     does  allay 
The  fury  of  tV  rod. 

4  De.il  gently,  Lord,  with  fouls  finfiere>, 
And  lead  them  fafely  on 
To  the  bright  g^res  of  paradife, 
Where  Chrift  their  Lord  is  gone. 
5  But  if  we  trace  the  ft  wicked  ways 
That  the  old  ferpent  drew, 
The  wrath  that  d^ovc  him  firft  to  hell 
Shall  Imite  his  followers  too. 

PSALM     CXXV.     Short  Metre. 

fi  e  faints  trial  and  fifty  ;  or,  Moderated  of. 
fit  a  ions. 

i    TT^IRM  and  onmov'd  are  they 
J/       That  red  their  fouls  on  God  ; 
Firm  a«s  the  mount  where  David  dwelt, 
Or  when?  the  crk  Abode. 

2  As  :?  d  to  guard, 

The  c:-  round. 

So  God  and  his  almighty  Jove 
Iln.biacc  bji  Lints  arouacL 


CXXVL         255 

he  Fa  her' 3  rod 
Drop  a  chaftifnig  tfroke, 
Yet  leit  it  wound  their  fouls  too  deep, 
Its  fury  (hail  be  broke. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  thofe 

Whofe  faith  and  pious  fear, 
Whofe  hope,  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace, 
Proclaim  their  hearts  fmcere. 

5  Nor  mall  the  tyrant's  rage 

Too  lcn»  opprefs  the  faint  ; 

The  God  of  Jfr'el  will  fupport ; 

His  children  lell  they  faint  ; 

6  But  if  our  flavifh  fear, 

Will  chufe  the  road  to  hell, 

We  muft  expect  our  portion  there, 

Where  bolder  finners  dwell. 

PSALM     CXXVI.     Long   Metre. 
Surprijir:g  DeU-verance, 

1  r  T  7HEN  God  reftor'd  our  captive  Hate, 

VV  Joy  was  our  fong,and  grace  our  thetne* 
The  grace  beyond  our  hopes  fo  great, 
That  joy  appeaVd  a  painced  dream. 

2  The  fcoffer  owns  thy  h«-nd  and  pays 
Unwilling  honours  to  thy  name  ; 
While  we  with  pleaiure  fnout  thy  praife, 
With  chearful  notes  'thy  love  proclaim. 

3  When  we  review  our  difmal  fears, 
'Twas  hard- to  think  they'd  vanifh  fo  : 
With  God  we  left  outflowing  tears, 
He  makes  our  joys  like  rivers  flow. 

4  The  man  that  in  this  furrow'd  field, 
His  fcatter'd  feed  with  gladnefs  leaves, 
Will  fhout  to  fee  :he  harveft  yield 

A  welcome  load  of  joyful  (heaves. 


25S      PSALM      CXXVI. 

PSALM     CXXVI.     Common  Metre. 
The  joy  of  a  remarkable  conver/ion    ;  or,     Me/an - 
■',  removed. 

1  \A/HEN  G°d  revea,'d  h5s  gracious    name 

V  V       And  ch.ing'd  my  mournful  ftate, 
My  rapture  feem'd  a  pleafiag  dream, 
The  grace  appcar'd  To  great. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  thy  hand  con  fr 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  ftrainj, 
And  lung  Turpi i Ting  grace. 

3  Great  is  th:  <vcork,  my  neighbours  cry'cl, 

And  own'd  thy  pew'r  divine  ; 
Great  is  the  nuorA,  my  heart  rqply'd, 
And  be  the  glory  thine. 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkeft  flue*. 

Can  give  us  day  for  night, 
Make  drops  of  facred  forrow  rife 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

J'  Let  thofe  that  fow  in  fadnefs  wait 
'Till  the    fair  harveft  come  ; 
They  fhall  confefs  their  (heaves  are  great, 
And  fhout  the  blellings  home. 

Tho'  feed  lie  buried  long  in  dud, 

It  fhm't  deceive  their  hope  ! 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  loft, 

For  grace  infures  the  crop. 

PSALM      CXXVII.     Long    Metre. 
%bt  bUJlng  of  God  on  the  bujinejs  and  com 

of  tip. 

I    TF  God  fucceed  not,  all  the  cod 

i   And  pains  to  bulid  the  houfe  are  lofL. 
If  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 


PSALM    CXXVIL        isi 

2  What  if  you  rife  before  the  fun,  ^ 
And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  done, 
Careful  and  fpo.ring  eat  your  bread, 

To  Ihun  that  poverty  you  dread. 

3  'Tis  all  in  vain,  'till  God  hath  Weft  ; 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  reft  ; 
Children  and  friends  are  bleflings  too, 
If  God  our  ibv'reign  make  them  fo. 

4  Happy  the  man  to  whom  he  fends 
Obedient  children,  fldchful  friends  ! 
How  fweet  our  daily  com/oils  prove 
When  they  are  icafoa'd  with  his  love  ! 

PSALM     CXXVII.     Common   Metre, 

Go^  All  in   Ail. 

1  JFF  God  to  bui'd  the  houfe  deny, 
|[      The  builder's  work  in  vaw  ; 

And  towns  without  his  wakeful  eye 
An  ufelefs  watch  maintain. 

2  Before  the  morning  beams  arife, 

Your  painful  work  renew, 
And  all  the  ftars  afcend  the  fkles, 
Your  tirefome  toil  purfue. 

3  Short  be  your  ileep,  ?.nd  coarfe  your  fare  ; 

In  vain,  'till  God  has  bleft  ; 

Eut  if  his  fmiles  attend  your  care, 

You  ihall  have  food  and  reft. 

4  Nor  children,  relatives,  nor  friends 

mall  real  bleiilngs  prove, 
Nor  all  the  earthly  joys  he  fends, 
If  fent  with  out  his  love. 

P  S  A  L  M     CXXVIII. 
Family    kljfjings* 

I   (~\  HAPPY  man  whofe  foul  is  fAVd 
\^J  -  With  aeal  and  rev'rentavvc  '. 

Xr2       . 


i58  PSALM      CXXiX, 

1  Hia  lips  to  God  their  honours  yield, 

Hil  life  adorns  the  law. 

2  A  careful  providence  mall  ftand 

And  ever  guard  thy  head, 
Shall  on  the  labours  of  thy  hand 
Its  kindly  bleflings  fhed. 

3  Thy  wife  mall  be  a  fruitful  vine  ; 

Thy  chi'.JreH  round  thy  board, 
Each  like  a  plant  of  honour  mine, 
And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord. 

The  Lord  (hall  thy  belt  hopes  fulfil 
For  months  and  •  e  * 

Thr  Lor  J  who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill, 
Shall  lend  thee  bleflings  home. 

5  This  is  the  man  whofe  happy  eyes 
Shall  fee  his  houfe  increafe, 
Shall  fee  the  finking  church  arife, 
Then  leave  the  world  in  peace. 

PSALM      CXXIX. 

Perfection   punijked. 

1  T  TP  from  my  youth,  may  Ifr 'el  fay, 

\j      Have  I  beea  nurs'd  in  tears  ; 
My  griefs  were  conlbnt  as  the  day, 
And  tedious  as  the  years. 

2  Up  from  my  youth  I  bore  the  rage 

Of  all  the  fons  of  ftrife  ; 

Oft  they  aifail'd  my  riper  age, 

But  not  deftroy'd  my  life. 

3  Their  cruel  plow  had  torn  my  fle(h, 

With  furrows  long  and  deep, 
Hourly  they  vex'd  my  wounds  afreffr, 
Nor  let  my  forrows  fleep. 

4  The  Lord  grew  angry  on  his  throne  > 

And  with  impartial  eye, 


PSALM    CXXX.  259 

Meafur'd  the  mifchiefs  they  had  done, 
And  let  his  arrows  fly. 

Kcw  was  their  infolence  furpris'd 

To  hear  his  thunders  roll  ! 
And  all  the  foes  of  Zion  feiz'd 

With  horror  to  the  foul. 

6  Thus  (hall  the  men  that  hate  the  faints, 
Be  blafled  from  the  fky  ; 
Their  giory  fades,  their  courage  faints, 
And  all  their  proj?<H:s  die. 

[7  What  tho'  they  fiourifh-  rail  and  fair, 
They  have  no  root  beneath  ; 
Their  growth  (hail  perifh  in  defp  iar, 
And  lie  defpis'd  in  death.] 

8  [So  corn  that  on  thehoufe-top  (lands, 

No  hope  of  harveft  gives  ; 
The  reaper  ne'er  fhall  fill  his  hands* 
Nor  binder  fold  the  meaves. 

9  It  fprings  and  withers  on  the  place  ; 

No  traveller  bellows 
A  word  of  blefling  on  the  grafs, 
Nor  minds  it  as  he  goes.] 

PSALM    CXXX.  Common  .Mete. 

Pardoning  grace. 

1  /~^\UT  of  the  deeps  of  long  diilrefs, 
V^/     The  borders  of  defpair, 

I  fent  my  cries  to  feek  thy  grace, 
My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 

2  Great  God,  fhould  thy  feverer  eye, 

And  trrne  impartial  hand, 
Mark  and  revenge  iniquity, 
No  mortal  flefh  could  (land. 
5  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God 
For  crimes  of  high  degree  -, 


2fo         PSALM    CXXX. 

Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood 

To  draw  us  near  to  thee, 
f  I  I  wait  for  thy  falvation,  Lord, 

with  ftrong  defires  I  wait  ; 
My  foul  invited  by  thy  word, 

Stands  watching  at  thy  gate.] 

[5  Juft  as  the  guards  that  keep  the  night 
Long  for  the  morning  Ikies, 
Watch  the  firft  beams  of  breaking  lights 
And  meet  them  with  their  eyes  ; 

So  waits  my  foul  to  fee  thy  grace, 

And  more  intent  than  they, 
Meets  the  firft  op'nings  of  thy  face, 

And  finds  a  brighter  day.] 

7  Then  in  the  Lord  let   Ifr'el  trufi:, 

Let  Ijryel  feek  his  face, 
The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  juft, 
And  plenteous  is  his  grace. 

8  There':  full  redemption  at  his  throne 

For  finners  long  enflnv'd  ; 
The  great  Redeemer  is  his  Son  ; 
And  IjV'el  ihall  be  fav'd. 
PSALM     CXXX.     Long    Metre. 
Pardoning  grace. 

FRom  deep  diftrefs  and  troubled  thoughts, 
To  thee,  my  God,  I  rais'd  my  cries  : 
If  thou  feverely  mark  our  faults, 
No  flefti  can  ftand  before  thine  eyes. 

2  But  thou  haft  built  thy  throne  of  grace, 
I  rce  to  difpeufe  thy  pardons  there, 

'J  Sat  finners  may  approach  thy  face, 
And  hope,  and  love,  as  well  as  fear. 

3  As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait, 

An  J  long  and  wifti  for  breaking  day, 


.    PSALM    CXXXI.  261 

So  waits  my  foal  before  thy  gate  : 
When  will  my  God  his  face  difplay  ? 
4  My  truft  is  hVd  upon  thy  word, 
Nor  fhall  I  truft  thy  word  in  vain  : 
Let  mourning  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
And  nnd  relief  horn  all  their  pain. 

5,  Gre?tis  his  love,  and  large  his  grace, 
Thro'  the  redemption  of  his  Son  ; 
Ke  turns  our  feet  from  linful  ways, 
And  pardons  what  oar  hands  have  done. 

P  S  A  L  M     CXXXI. 

Humility  and  fubmijton. 
l    TS  there  ambition  in  my  heart  ? 
X.     Search  gracious  God  and  fee ; 
Or  do  I  act  a  haughty  part  I 
Lord  I  appeal  to  thee. 

2  I  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble -Tnll, 

And  all  my  carriage  mild, 
Concent,  my  Father,  with  thy  will, 
And  quiet  as  a  child. 

3  The  patient  foul,  the  lowly  mind, 

Shall  have  a  Urge  reward  ; 

Let  flints  in  farrow  lie  refign'd, 

And  truft  a  faithful  Lord. 

PSALM  CXXXII.    5.   13,   iS.    Long   Metre. 

At  the  fettlement  of  a  church  ;  er,  The    ordination 

of  a  minifier . 

1  1  T7HERE  fliall  we  go  to  feek  and  find 

VV       An  habitation  for  our  God, 
A  dwelling  for  th'  eternal  mind, 
Amongft  the  fons  of  ffcfti  and  blood  ! 

2  The  God  of  Jacob  chofe  the    hill 
Of  Zion  for  his  ancient  reft ; 
And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  fcill, 

His  church  is  with  his  prefence  bfefb 


262         PSALM    CXXXII. 

3  Here  will  I  fix  my  gracious  throne, 
Afid  reign  for  ever,   laith  the  Lord  ; 
Here  (hall  my  povv'r  and  love  be  known, 
And  bleflings  (hall  attend  my  word. 

4  Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  poor, 
And  fill  their  fouls  with  living  bread  % 
Sinners  that  wait  before  my  door 
With  fweet  provifion  (hall  be  fed. 

5  Girded  with  truth,  and  cloth'd  with  gractfc 
My  priefls,  my  miniiters  fhall  fhine  j 
Not  Aaron  in  his  coftly  drefs, 

Made  an  appearance  fo  divine. 

6  The  faints,  unable  to  contain 

Their  inward  joys,  fhall  fhout  and  fing^  •; 
The  Son  of  Davie/  here  (hill  reign, 
And  Zion  triumph  in  her  King. 

[7  Je/mi  ftiall  fee  a  num'rous  feed 

Born  here  C  uphold  his  glorious  name  : 
His  crown  mail  flourifti  on  his  head, 
While  all  his  foes  are  cloath'd  with  fliame.] 

PSALM     CXXXIL    4,  5,  7,   8,   15  —  17. 

Common  Metre. 

A  church    ejlablijhed. 

[1    ^TO  flccp  nor  flumber  to  his  eyes 
[>|      Good  David  would  afford, 
'Till  he  had  found  b:low  the  ikies 
A  dwelling  for  the  Lord. 

2  The  Lord  in  Zion  plac'd  his  name, 

His  ark  was  fettled  there  ; 

To  Z,ion  the  whole  nation  came, 

To  worfhip  thrice  a  year. 

3  But  we  have  no  fuch  lengths  to  go, 

Nor  wander  far  abroad  ; 
Where-e'er  thy  faints  affemble  now, 
There  is  a  houfe  for  God.] 


PSALM     CXXXIII.      263 

Pause. 
4  Arife,  O  King  of  Grace,  arife, 
And  enter  to  thy  reft, 
Lo  !  thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes, 
Thus  to  be  own'd  and  bleft. 
c.  Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 
Thy  fpirit  and  thy  word  ; 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  fuch  grace  afford. 

6  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows, 

Here  let  thy  praife  be  fpread  ; 

Blefs  the  provisions  of  thy  houfe, 

And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

7  Here  let  the  Son  o?  David  reign, 

Let  God's  anointed  fhine  ; 
Juftice  and  truth  his  courts  maintain, 
With  love  and  pow'r  divine. 

%  Here  let  him  hold  a  lafting  throne, 
And  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Frem  honours  mall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  fhame  confound  his  foes. 

PSALM     CXXXIII.     Common  Metre, 

Brotherly  love. 

1  T     0>  what  an  entertaining  fight 

I    J      Are  brethren  that  agree, 
Brethren,  whofe  chcarful  hearts  unite 
In  bonds  of  piety  ! 

2  When  ftreams  of  love  from  Chrill  the  fpring,, 

Defcend  to  ev'ry  foul, 
And  heav'nly  peace  with  balmy  wing, 
Shade  and  bedews  the  whole  : 

3  'Ti.s  like  the  oil  divinely  fweet 

On  Aar^ns  rev'rend  head, 
The  trickling  drops  perfum'd  his  feet 
Jiad  o'tr  his  garments  fpread. 


2*4      P  S  A-L  M    CXXXI1I. 

4  'Tis  pleafrnt  as  the  morning- dwes 

That  fall  on  7A&f%  hill, 
Where  God  his  mildeft  | 

And  make-  hi<  grace  diltil. 
PSALM     CXXXLI.      Short  Metre.       ; 

Communion  of  faint;  \ 

fjfkuj. 

i   T-}  LEST  are  the  fons  of  pe 

\f)     Whofe  hearts  and  h<  pes  arc  cne, 

Whole  kind  ilefigns  t0  ^rve  :ind  ?'«&» 
Thro'  all  their  aclions  run. 

2  Bleft  is  thepious  houfe 

Where  zeal  %nd  friendihip  meet, 
Their  longs  of  pr-iic,  their  mingled  vows 
Make  their  corn  minion  fweet. 

3  Thus  when  on  Adfon'i  head 
They  pour'd  the  rich  peri 

The  oil  through  all  his  raiment  fpread, 

Ami  pVeaiare  fill  d  the  room. 
a  Thus  an  the  heav'nly  hills 

The  faints  are  bleft  above, 
Where  ioy  like  morning  dew  diftils, 

And  all  the  air  is  love. 

PSALM  CXXXIII.  As  the    i22d   Pfafor 
The  hhffitigs  cf '  frkndjbip. 

x  y  Z&v:  pJ^ant  *l*s  t0  **ee 

JJ      Kind:red  and  frien  is  agree, 

in  their  proper  {ration  move, 
And  each  fulfil  their  part 
ng  heart, 
In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  1<  \ 

2  'Tis  like  'he  ointment  flicd 
On  A  -  iiead» 


PSALM     CXXX1V.       265 

"Divinely  rich,  divinely  fvveet  ; 

The  oil  thro'     !1  the  room, 

Diffus'd  a  choice  perfume, 
Ran  through  his  robes,  and  bleft  his  feet: 
3  Like  fruitful  fhow'rs  of  rain 

That  water  all  the  plain, 
Defcending  from  the  neighb'ring  hills  ; 

Such  ftrearns  of  pleafure  roll 

Through  ev*ry  friendly  foul,   • 
Where  love  like  heav'nly  dew  diftills. 
[Repeat  the  firjl  Jianza  to  csmpleat  the  twte.J 

PSALM    CXXXIV. 
Daily  and  nightly  devotion-, 
•1  \^E  that  obey  th'  immortal  King; 
**       Attend  his  holy  place, 
Bow  to  the  glories  of  his  pow'r. 
And  blefs  his  wond'rous  grace. 

2  Lift  up  your  hands  by  morning  light, 

And  fend  your  fou!s  on  high  ; 
Raife  your  admiring  thoughts  by  nigfcf, 
Above  the  ftarry  fky. 

3  The  God  of  Zion  cheers  our  hearts 

With  rays  of  quick'ning  grace  ; 

The  God  that  fpread  the  heav'ns  abroad* 

And  rules  the  fwelling  feas. 

PSALM     CXXXV.     1—4,   i4,  19— 2t- 

Firjl  Part,     Long  Metre. 

The  <hurch  is  God's  houfe  and  care. 

1  TQRAISE  ye  the  Lord  ;  exalt  his  name,, 
J£     While  in  his  holy  courts  ye  wait, 
Ye  faints,  that  to  his  houfe  belong, 
Or-ftand  attending  at  his  gate. 

2  Praife  ye  the  Lord  ;  the  Lord  is  good  ; 
To  praife  his  name  is  Tweet  employ  ; 


266        PSALM 

lfrd  he  chofe  of  old,  and  ftill 
".lis  church  is  his  peculiar  joy. 

3  The  Lord  himf'-lf  will  judge  hi 

if,  his  fcrvauts  as  his  friends  ; 

And  when  he  hears  their  fore  complaints, 

/s  the  furrows  thai  he  fends.  . 

4  Thro'  cv'ry  age  the  Ix>rd  decja/es 

His  name,  and  brfaks  rhr  opprcflbrs  rod  : 
He  gfos  his  ftfPVing  fervants  reft, 
And  will  be  known  tby  Almighty  God. 

r   Rlefs  ye  the  Lord,  who  tafte  hi?  love, 
People  end  priefts  exalt  his  name  : 
Amon^ft  his  faints  he  ever  dwells-* 
His  church  is  his  Jeru/alem. 

PSALM    CXXXV.    5—12.  Second  Part. 

*Tke  -J-orhs  of  crpa'itv,  pry-jid:neet  redemption  of 
,  and  d:jiruclloK  rf  enemies. 

\  'RKAT  is  the  Lord,  ex:." ted  high, 
Jt    Above  ;.ll  pov/'rs  and  ev'ry  throne  5 
te'er  he  p:°nf?  in  ear:!.  er  fet, 
v/'n,  or  hell,  his  hand  hath  done. 

'• :  his  command  the  vapours  rue, 

-,;,,.  p  h,  the  thunders  roar, 

]  fe  ncurs  the  fcirt,  he  brings  the  wind 
And  ternp^Tc  from  ffcq 

he  tnofe  cfrcadful  tokens  fen?; 

or:i  land  ; 
all  thy  fi:  ft  born,  beaftl  and  men, 
■  ■■.•gin*  hard. 

mi^Hty  nr!  :  '."  \g\, 

h  S:m  1  rr-W:, 

q       •  Have  ! 


Ab 


P  S  A  L  M     CXXXV.        iCy 

5  His  pow'r  thi  fame,  the  fame  his  grace, 
That  faves  us  from  the  hoib  cf  hell  ; 
And  heav'n  he  gives  us  :o  poiTcfi, 
Whence  thofe  apoftate  angels  fell. 

PSALM     CXXXV.     Common  Metr*. 

Praife  due  to  God,  not  to  idols. 
\      A     Wake,  ye  faints,    to  praife  your  King. 
j£~\.     Your  fweeteft  palfions  ruiie, 
Your  pious  pleafure,  while  you  ling, 
Increasing  with  the  praife. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord  ;  and  works  unknown 

Are  his  divine  employ  : 
But  ftill  his  faints  are  near  his  throne, 
His  treafure  and  his  joy. 

3  Heav'n,  earth  and  fea,  confefs  his  hand  ; 

He  bids  the  vapours  rife  ; 
•Lightening  and  ftorm  ar  his  command 
Sweep  thro'  the  founding  fkies. 

4  All  pow'r  that  gods  or  kings  have  claim'd 

Is  found  with  him  alone  ; 
But  heathen  gods  mould  ne'er  be  nam'd 
Where  our  Jehovah's  known. 

5  Which  of  the  flocks  or  ftones  they  truft 

Can  give  rbem  fhow'rs  of  rain  ; 
In  vain  they  worlhip  gliu'ring  dull, 
And  pray  to  goid  in  vain. 
[6  Their  gods  have  tongues  *hat  cannot  talk. 
Such  as  thvir  mikers  gave  : 
Their  feet  was  ne'er  defign'd  to  walk  j 
Nor  hands  have  pow'r  to  fave. 

7  Blind  "are  their  eyes,  their  ears  are  deaf, 
Nor  hear  when  mortals  pray  ; 
Mortals,  that  wait  for  their  relief, 
Are  blind  and  deaf  as  they  .J 


i€8       PSA  L  M     CXXXVI. 

$  O  Britain,  feno'-v  thy  living  G 

M 

nb  abode, 

..     Common'         • 
rJers  of  creation*  providence,  t 
/  rrracl,  ttndfahxttienef  k 
*   /^<  iVE  ih,iuks  to  God 
\J      //»  mtrcif- 
Ar  g  of  kii.gs  tao] 

rftf/^  //  euerfre. 

t  What  v.ctk1c.-«  hath  his  wifdoa  done  I 
''■igh/j  is  his  band  ! 
Heav'n,  earth,  and  Tea  he  fram'd  alone  « 
Henv  *v:;de  is  his  command  ! 

3  The  fun  /applies  the  day  with  light 
1L  W  bright  bis  counfels  Jhint  ! 
The  moon  and  liars  adorn  the  night  : 
His  'works  art  all  diving* 

£4  He  ftruck  the  fens  of  Egypt  dead, 

Hew  dreadful  is  bis  rod  ! 

And  thence  with  joy  his  people  led  : 

Menu  gracious  is  our  God  ! 

J  He  cleft  the  fwelling  fea  in  two  ; 

His  arm  is  great  in  might , 

And  gave  the  tribes  a  paflage  thro'  i 

His  grace  andpoiv'r  unite. 

(  But  Pharaoh's  army  there  he  drown'd  ; 
Hoiv  glorious  are  bis  'ways  ! 
And  brought  his  faints  thro'  defart  ground  : 
Eternal  be  bis  praife. 

}  Great  motlarchs  fell  beneath  his  hand  ; 
Ficloricus  is  bis  fiver  d  \ 
While  Ifr'el  took  the  promis'd  land  : 
And  faithful  if  bit  word.] 


PSALM    CXXXVI.      263 

8  He  faw  the  nations  dead  in  fm  ; 

He  felt  his  phy  move,  ; 
How  fad  the  ftate  the  world  was  in  ! 
Hovj  boundlefs  v:as  his  love  ! 

9  He  fen t  to  five  us  from  our  woe  ; 

'  His  goodnefs  never  fails  / 
From  death  and  hell, >and  e\ 'ry  foe  ; 
And  ft  ill  his  grace  prevails. 

10  Give  thanks  to  God,  the  heav'nly  King  ; 

His  mercies  fill  endure, 
I^t^the  whole  earth  his  praifes  fing  : 
•  %4fm  truth  is  ever  Jure. 
PSAL  M     CXXXVI.      As  the  1 48th  Pfclm* 

1  f~^  IVE   thanks  to  Gcd  mod  high, 
^^     XKe  uhiyerfaj  Lord, 

The  fov'reign  King  of  kings,    ' 
And  be  his  grace  adore!. 

His  pozv'r  and  grace 

Are  fill  the  fame  j 

And  lit  his  name 

Have  endlefs  pralfe, 

2  How  mighty  is  his  hand  ; 
What  wonders  hath  he  done  ?* 
He  fcrm'd  the  earth  and  f:as, 
And  fpread  the  heavens  alone. 

Thy  mercy.  Lord, 
Shall  fill  endure  5 
And  ever  fire 
Abides  thy  ward. 

3  His  wifdom  fram'd  the  fin 
To  crown  the  day  with  light  ; 
The  moon  ana  twinkling  iut\% 
To  chear  the  darkfome  flight. 

His  pbvfr  and-  grace 
hllthefame^ 


•  *;o      PSALM    CXXXTI. 

And  let  bis  name  i 

Have  endlefs  praife. 

['4  He  fmote  the  firft  born  forts, 
The  flow'r  of  tgypt,  dead  ; 
And  thence  his  chofen  tribe* 
With  joy  and  glory  Ted. 

Tby  mercy  Lord, 

Shall fill  endure; 

And  ever  fure 

Abides  tby  ivord. 

5  His  pow'r  and  lifted  rod 
Cleft  the  red-fea  in  two  ; 
And  for  his  people  made 

A  wond'rous  paflage  through. 
His  pBiv'r  and  grace 
Are  fill  the  fame  ; 
And  let  bis  name 
Have  endlefs  praife. 

6  But  cruel  Phr.raob  there 
With  all  his  hoft  he  drown'd  j 
And  brought  his  I/Pel  fafe 
Thro'  a  long  defart  ground* 

Thy  mercy ,   Lord, 
Shall  fill  endure  \ 
And  ever  fure 
Abides  tby  vcord. 

r  \    l 
Pause. 

7  The  King  of  Canaan  fell 
Beneath  his  dreadful  hand  ; 
While  his  own  fervants  took* 
Pofleffion  of  their  land. 

His  pew'r  and  grace 
Are  fill  the  fame  ; 
And  let  his  name 
licit  endlefs  fratfr.] 


PSALM    CXXXVI.      m* 


$  He  faw  the  nations  lie 
All  peri (hing  in  fin, 
And  pity'd  the  fad  ftate 
The  ruin'd  world  was  jn.. 

Thy  mercy  >  Lord, 

Shall  ft  ill  endurt  $ 

And  ever  Jure 

Abides  thy  word. 

9  He  fent  his  only  Son 

To  fave  us  from  our  woe, 
From  fatan,  fin  and  death* 
And  cvr'ry  hurtful  foe. 

His  po-zv'r  and  grace 

Are  ftill  the  fa?ne  ; 

And  let  bis  name 

Have  endlefs  praife. 

10  Give  thanks  aloud  to  God, 
To  God  the  heav'nly  King  ; 
And  let  the  fpacious  earth 
His  works  and  glories  fing. 

Thy  mercy y  Lord, 
Shall  ftill  endure  % 
And  ever  fure 
Abides  thy  word. 

PSALM     CXXXVI.   Abridged.  Long  Mfc^fcv 

I   {^.IVE  to  the  Lord  immortal  praife  I 
^■^   Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways  I 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belongs 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 

,2  Give  ro  fhe  Lord  of  Lords  renown, 

The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown, 

His  mercies  ever  pall  endure. 

When  lords  <iiid  kings  are  known  no  more* 
3  He  bulk  the  earth,  he  fpread  the  iky, 

And  £.V  J  Hie  Harry  lights  on  high  ; 


272      PSALM    CXXXVIH. 

Wonders  of  grace  to  Cod  belong,  a 

Repeat  bis  mercies  in  your  Jong. 

4  He  fills. the  fun  with  morning  light, 
He  bids  the  moon  direct  the  night  ; 
His  mercies  ever  Jhall  endure, 

When  funs. and  mfcons  (hall  mine  no  more. 

5  The  %ujs  he  freed  from  Ph  or  tub's  handr 
And  brought  them'  to  the  promis'd  land  ! 
JFondefs  of  grace  to  God  belong. 

Repeat  bis  mercies  in^y  our  fong. 

He  faw  the  Gentiles  dead  in  fin, 

And  felt  his  pity   work  within  : 

f  ■  mercies  ever  foall  endure, 

When  death  and  fin  fliall  reign  no  mere. 

7    He  fent  his  Son  with  pow'r  to  fave 
From  guilt  and  darknefs,  and  the  grave  ; 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  bis  mercies  in  your  fng. 

S  Thro'  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  (cct, 
And  lead  us  to  his  heav'nly  feat  : 
His  mercies  ever  /bail  endure. 
When  this  vain  world  mall  be  no  more. 

PSALM    CXXXVIII.     Long  Metre.  1 

Rcforing  and  preferring  grace. 

i   IT  7J1  'H  ail  my*pow'rs  of  heart  and  tongue 

VV     I'll  praife  my  Maker  in  my  fong  ; 

Angels  mail  hear  the  notes  I  raife, 

Approve  the  fong,  and  join  the  praife. 

£2  Angels  that  make  thy  church  their  care 
i  witnefi  my  devotions  there, 
While  hoiy  zeal  directs  my  eyes 
To  thy  fair  temple  in  the  Ikies. J 

3  I'll  fin;*  th),  truth,  and  mercy,  Lord,. 
.    I'll  fing  the  wowleii  of  thy  word  ; 


F    '  A  L  M    CXXXIX.      273 

and  names  below 
r  and  glory  mow. 

£  T  vhen  troubles  'rofe  ; 

He  h  .  fubdn'd  my  foes  ; 

H  ;ars  ecnLrfu!, 

.    'd  through  all  my  foul, 

5  The  God  of  lieav'n  maintains  his  ftate, 
Frowns  on  rhe  proud,  and  fcorns  the  great. 
But  from  hi*  throne  defcends  to  /ee 

The  fons  of  huml>ie  poverty. 

6  Arnidft  a  thoufand  fnires  I  ibnd 

■id  and  guarded  by  thy  hand  : 
Thy  words  my  fainting  foul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

f  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 
To  fave  from  forrows  or  from  fins  : 
The  w®rk  that  wifdom  undertakes 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forfakes. 

PSALM    CXXXIX.     Firfi  Fan. 
Long  Metre. 
The  all-feeing  God. 
i    1*     ORD,  thou  hail  learcn'd  and  feen  ma 
I    J  through  : 

Thine  eye  commands  with  piercing  view 
My  rifing  and  my  reiting  hours, 
My  heart  and  fteih,  with  all  their  pow'rs. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  dillinclly  known  ; 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  fpeak 
Erer  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  thy  circling  pow'r  I  ftand  ; 
On  evVy  fide  I  find  thy  hand  : 
Awake,  afleep,  at  home,  abroad^ 

I  am  furrounded  ftill  with  God. 


274      PSALM     CXXX1X. 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vaft  r.nd  grot! 
What  Jarge  extent  1  what  lofty  height  ! 
My  foul,  with  all  the  feow'fs  1  boa  II, 
Is  in  the  boundlefs  profpcdl  loft. 

5  0  May  /£(/£  thoughts  pofle/s  my  hreajl% 
Ifbere-Ser  I  rode,  where 

Nor  let  my  iveH&er  pnjfions  dare 
Cotsjent  fojfnf/bV  God  is  there. 

Pause     I. 

6  Could  I  (o  falfe,  fo  faithlefs  prove, 
To  quit  thy  fervice  and  thy  love   ; 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  pretence  (him, 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run  ? 

7  If  up  to  heaven  I  take  my  flight, 

'Tis  there  thou  dweli'il  emhron'd  in  light 

Or  dive  to  hell,  there  vengean 

And  Satan  groans  beneath  his  chain*. 

^  If  mouuted  on  a  morning  ray 
I  fly  beyond  the  Wefttrn  fen, 
Thy  fwifter  hand  would  fir II  arrive, 
And  there  arreit  thy  fugitive. 

9  Or  mould  I  try  to  (hun  thy  fight 
Beneath  the  fpreading  veil  of  night, 
One  glance  of  thine,  one  piercing  ray 
Would  kindle  darknefs  into  day. 

10  O  may  ihefe  thoughts  poj/e/s  my  breajl, 
Wbere-e'er  I  reir,  <urberf-rtr  I 

Nor  let  my  weaker  pvjjlons  dare 
Ccnjent  to/pi,  for  Ccd  is  there. 

Pause     II. 

1 1  The  veil  of  night  is  no  difguife, 

No  fcreen  from  thy  all-fearching  eyes  ; 
Thy  hand  can  fci/c  thy  foes  as  foon 
Thro'  midnight  Jhades  as  blazing  noon: 


PSALM     CXXXDC.       27J 

12  Midnight  and  neon,  in  this  agree, 
Great  God  they're  both  alike. to  thee. 
Nor  death  can  hide  what  God  will  fpy, 
And  hell  lies  naked  to  his  eye. 

13  O  may  thefe  thoughts  pojjefs  tny   breafty 
IVhere-eer  1  rove,  ivhere-e'er  J  reft  ! 
Nor  let  my  weaker  pajjions  dart 
Confent  to  Jin ,  for.  God  is  there. 

PSALM     CXXXIX.     Sdcond  Part. 

Long  Metre. 

The  iv+ndcrful  formation  of  mat:. 
\    '*  I  ^WAS  from  thy  hand,  my  God  I  came, 
JL      A  work  of  fuch  a  curious  frame  ; 
In  me  thy  fearful  wonders  mine, 
And  each  proclaim  thy  will  divine. 

2  Thine  eyes  did  all  my  limbs  furvey, 
Which  yet  in  dark  xronfufion  lay  : 
Thou  faw'it  the  daily  growth  they  took, 
Form'd  by  the  model  of  thy  book. 

3  By  thee  my  growing  parrs  were  nam'd, 
And  what  thy  fov'reign  coun  els  r'ram'd, 
(The  breathing  lungs,  the  br-atiag  heart,) 
Was  copy'd  with  unerring  an. 

4  At  laft  to  (hew  my  Maker's  name, 
God  ftamp'd  his  image  on  my  frame, 
And  in  fom^  unknown  moment  join'd 
The  finifh'd  members  to  the  mind. 

5  There  the  young  feeds  of  thought  .began, 
And  all  the  piffions  of  the  man  _; 
Great  God,  our  infant  nature  pavi 
Immortal  tribute  to  thy  praife. 

P  a  u  s  e. 
b  Lord,  fince  in  my  advancing  age  * 

I've  a£L:d  oa  life's  bufy  £a°?r 


*76      PSALM    CXXXIX. 

Thy  thoughts  o/loye.to  me  furmount 
The  pow'r  of  numbers  to  recount. 

j  I  could  furvey  the  ocean  o'er, 

And  count  each  fand  that  makes  the  ftiore. 
Before  my  fwift eft  thoughts  could  trace 
The  aurn'rous  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

'8  Thefe  on  my  heart  are  ftill  iropreft, 
With  thefe  I  give  my  eyes  to  reft  : 
And  at  my  waking  hour  I  find 
Cod  and  his  love  poflefs  my  mind. 

PSALM     CXXXIX.     Third  Part. 

Long  Metre. 

Sincerity  profejl,  and  grace  tried  ;  Of,  The  heart- 

fearching  God. 

1  TL  yTY  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel 
j\(l    When  impious  men  tranfgrefs  thy  will  1 
I  mourn  to  hear  their  lips  profane, 

Take  thy  tremendous  name  in  vain. 

2  Does  not  my  foul  deteft  and  hate 
The  fons  of  malice  and  deceit  ? 
Thofe  that  oppofe  thy  laws  and  thee, 
I  count  rljem  enemies  to  me. 

3  Lord,  fearch  my  fo*1,  try  ev'ry  thought  ; 
Tho'  my  own  heart  accufe  me  not 

Of  walking  in  a  falfe  difguife, 
I  beg  the  trial  of  thine  eyes. 

4  Doth  fecret  mifchief  lurk  within  ? 
Do  I  indulge  fome  unknown  (in  r 
O  turn  my  feet  when-e'er  1  ftray, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  perfe£  way. 

PSALM     CXXXIX.     Firft  farL 
Common  Metre. 
God  if  every  where. 
i   TN  all  my  vaft  concerns  with  thee; 
In  vain  my  foul  would  try 


P  S  A'L'M    CXXXIX.  '    277, 

To  fhun  thy  prcfence  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thy  all-fur  rounding  fight  furveys 
My  rifing  and  my  reft, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  fecrets  of  my  breaft. 

5  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord 
Before  they're  fcrrrf'd  within  ; 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  fenfe  I  mean. 

4  G  wond'rous  knowledge  deep  and  high, 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ! 
Within  thy  doling  arms  I  lie, 
Befet  on  ev'ry  fide. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  furroimd  me  fUll, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  foal  from  ev'ry  ill, 
Sccur'd  by  fov'reign  love. 

P    A .    V    S    E. 

6  Lord,  where  fhall  guilty  fouls  retire, 

Forgotten  and  unknown  ; 
In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire, 
In  heav'n  thy  glorious  throne. 

7  Should  I  fnpprefs  my  vital  breath* 

To  'fcape  the  wrath  divine, 
Thy  voice  would  break  the  bars  of  death. 
And  make  the  grave  refiga. 

8  If  wing'd  with  beams  of  morning- light, 

I  fly  beyond  the  WeJ}> 
Thy  hand,  which  muft  iupport  my  flight, , 
Would  foon  betray  my  reft. 

9  If  o'er  my  lins  I  think. to  draw 

The  curtains  of  the  night, 
Thofe  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  ia*% 
Wauld  turn  the  fhades  to  light, 
Z 


278         PSALM     CXXIX. 

is  of  noon,    the  mid  nigh  t-hoiir, 
both  alike  to  :'• 
v  J  ne'er  provoke  that  pow'r 

P  S   A   L  M      CX\.\T\'.      Secc.J  Part. 
Common  Mrtre. 
/asm  of  God  in  the  formation  of  man. 
I   V\/7HEN  I   with  pleajing  wonder  Hand, 
And  all  my  frame  furvcy, 
Lord,  'tis  thy  work  ;  I  own  thy  hand 
htw  built  my  humble  day. 

Wl  and  reins  pcfleii 
re  unborn  nature  <    i 
uifdom  ail  my  features  trae'd, 
And  al!  my  members  drew. 

3   Thine  eye  \  care  furvey'd 

i  ry  part  : 
the  whele  tenets*  thy  tho'.s  had  laid 
.  jy  thy  art. 

Shew  me  thy  wor.d'rous  fkill   ; 

d  iind 
Div'n  Hill. 

[es  rour.d  mc  ' 

:hy  praife   ; 
Lord,  10  t| 
i 

,    18. 
I     - 


PSALM    CXLT.  279 

2  My  flefh  with  fear  and  wonder  Hands, 

The  produaof  thy  {kill,  « 

And  hourly  bleffings  from  thy  hands 
Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 

3  Thefe  on  my  heart  by  night  I  keep  ; 

How  kind,  how  dear  to  me  ! 
O  may  the  hour  that  ends  my  fleep 
Still  find  my  thoughts  with  the?. 
PSALM     CXLL     2,  3,  4,  5. 
Wat chfulnefs  and  brotherly  repro-f. 

A  morning  or  evening  Pfahn. 

1  "%   >f"Y  God,  accept  my  early  vows, 

XV A   Like  morning  incenfe  in  thine  houie, 
And  let  my  nightly  worfhip  rife 
Sweet  as  the  ev'ning  facriiice. 

2  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guard  them  Lord, 
From  ev'ry  rafh  and  heedlefs  word  j 

Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  path  where  finners  lead. 

3  O  may  the  righteous,  when  I  ftray, 
Smite  and  reprove  my  wand'Hng  way   I 
Their  gentle  words,  Jike  ointment   ifted, 
Shall  never  bruife,   but  cheer  my  head. 

a  When  I  behold  them  preil  with  grief, 
I'll  cry  to  heav'n  for   their  relief  ; 
And  by  my  warm  petitions  prove 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love. 
PSALM     CXLII. 
God  is  the  hope  of  the  hclplefs. 
j    rNT^O  God  I  made  my  forrbws  known, 
X      From  God  I  fought  relief  ; 
In  long  complaincs  before  his  throne, 
I  pour'd  out  all  my  grief. 
2  My  foul  was  cverwhelm'd  with  wocr, 
My  heart  began  to  break  \ 


P  S  A  L  M     CXI4IL 

My  G .id,  who  ail  mv  burdens  knows, 
He  knov.s  »he  v.;.y  I  take. 

I  On  ev'ry  fide  I  caft  mine  eye, 
And  found  my  helpers  gone, 
While  friends   and  ftrangers  pafs  me  by 
Negle&ed  or  unknown. 

4  Then  did  I  raife  a  louder  cry, 

And  calPd  thy  mercy  near, 
"  Thou  art  ray  Portion  when  I  die, 
**  Be  thou  my  Refuge  here." 

5  Lord,  I  am  brought  exceeding  low* 

Now  let  thine  ear  attend, 
And  make  my  foes  who  vex  me,  know 
I've  an  aim; 

6  F;cm  my  (zd  prifon  fet  rue  free. 

Then  fha!i  I  praife  thy  name  ; 
And  holy  men  mall  join  with  me 
Thy  kindnefs  to  proclaim. 

P  S  A  L  M     CXLIIJ. 
Gamplaint  of heavy  affiiSlions  in  mind  and  body, 
>    j\  /f  Y  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious   God, 
J..VJL   ^ejlr  when  I  fpread  my  hands  abroad, 
.And  cry  for  fuccour  from  thy  throne, 
O  make  thy  truth  and  mercy  known. 

2  Let  judgment  not  againft  me  pafs  ; 
Behold  thy  fervant  pleads  thy  grace  : 
Should  juftice  call  us  to  thy  bar, 

No  man  alive  is  guiitlefs  there. 

3  Lcok  down  in  pity,  Lord,  and  fee 
The  d  irJen  me  ; 
Down  to  the  duii  my  life  is  broughr, 
Like  one  long  bury'd  and  forgo:. 

4,  I  dwell  in  dtffcnefa  and  unfeen, 
ithin  : 


PSALM    CXLIII.        281 

My  thoughts  in  rnufipg  filencg  trace 
The  'ancjejgtt  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5  Thence  I  derive  a  glimpfe  of  hope 
To  bear  my  finking  foiiits  up  ; 

I  ft  retch  my  hands  to  Go  J  again^ 
And  thirit  like  parched  lands  for  rain. 

6  For  thee  I  thiril,  I  pray,  I  mourn  ; 
When  will  thy  fmiling  face  return  ?   . 
Shall  all  my  joys  on  earth  remove, 
And  God  forever  hide  his  love  r 

7  My  God,  thy  long  delay  to  five, 
Will  fink  thy  pris'ner  to  the  grave  ; 

My  heart  grows  faint,  and  dim  mine  eye  ; 
Make  hafte  to  help  before  I  die. 

8  The  night  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
Diftrefliug  pains,  diilrefting  /jars  ; 

0  might  I  hear  thy  morning  voice, 
How  would  my  wearied  pow'rs  rejoice  ! 

9  In  thee  I  truil,  to  thee  I  figh, 
And  lift  my  heavy  foul  on  high  : 
For  thee  fit  waiting  all  the  day, 
And  wear  the'tirefome  hours  away. 

10  Break  off  my  fetters,  Lord,  and  mow, 
Which  is  the  path  my  feet  mould  go  , 
If  fnares  and  foes  befet  the  road, 

1  fly  to  hide  me  near  my  God. 
ii  Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  \v:l?, 

And  lead  me  to  thy  heav'nly  i  ill  ; 
Let  the  good  fpiiit  of  thy  leve 
Conduct  me  to  thy  courts  above. 

12  Then  mail  my  foal  00  more  conjplathj 
The  tempter  then  mail  rage  in  vain  : 
And  flefh,  that  was  my  fee  before, 
Shall  never  vex  mv  fpirit  mare, 
%  2 


«tz        PSALM     CXLIV. 

PSALM     CXLIV.      1,2.     Fir, 'I  Part. 
irtd  victory  in  the  J'pirituul  warfare. 
i    T.NOR  ever  blefled  be  the  Lord, 
JP       My  Saviour  and  my  lhield  ; 
J  J  •  fends  his  fpirit  v.iih  his  word, 
To  arm  rac  for  the  held. 

n  fin  and  hell  their  force  unite, 
i  I--  makes  my  foul  hi.s  i 
Inftrufkj  me  to  the  hc.iv'nly  fight* 
And  guards  me  thro'  the  war. 

3  A  friend  and  helper  fo  divine 
JJoth  my  weak  courage  raife  ; 
He  makes  the  glorious  vicVry  mine, 
And  his  ihall  be  the  praife. 
?  S  A  L  M    CXLIV.    3,  4,  5,  6.    Second  Part. 
%ibe  vanity  tf  man,  and  conJrfrcnJlon  of  God. 

1  1"      ORD,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man, 
I    j      Born  of  the  earth  at  firlx  ? 

Hjs  life  a  ihadow,  light  and  vain, 
Still  hafting  to  the  dufl. 

2  O  what  is  feeble  dying  man, 

Or  any  of  his  race, 
That  God  mould  make  it  his  concern 
To  vifit  him  with  grace  ? 

3  That  Go^,  who  dnrts  his  lightnings  down, 

Who  (hakes  the  world  above, 
And  mountains  tremble  at  his  fiown, 
How  wond'rous  is  his  love  ! 

PSALM    CXLIV.     12—15. 

Grati  ahovc  riches  ;  or,  Tbi    ' 
I    T  TA1TY   the  city  where  their 

JtX    Lil 

And  d  tughteis  bright  as  polifh'd  Hone?, 

Give  Itrcngth  and  ocauiy  to  the 


PSALM    CXLV.         28J 

2  Happy  the  country  where  the  fheep, 
Cattle  and  corn,  have  large  increafe  ; 
Where  men  fecurely  work  or  deep, 
Nor  fons  of  plunder  break  their  peace. 

3  Happy  the  nation  thus  endow'd, 
Bui  more  divinely  bleft  are  thofe 
On  whom  the  all-fufficient  God 
Himfelf  with  all  his  grace  beftows. 

PSALM     CXLV.     Long  Metre. 

The  greatnefs  of  God. 
Y  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praife 


M 


Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days  : 
Thv  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue 
'Till  death  and  glory  raife  the  fong. 

2  The  wings  ef  ev'ry  hour  fhall  bear, 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear  ; 
And  ev'ry  fetting  fun  fhall  fee 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

3  Thy  truth  and  juftice  I'll  proclaim  \ 
Thy  bounry  flows,  an  endiefs  ftream  ; 
Thy  mercy  fwift  ;  thine  anger  flow, 
But  dreadful  to  the  ftubborn  foe. 

4  Thy  works  with  fov'reign  glory  mine  ; 
And  fpeak  thy  Majefty  divine  ; 

Let  Britain  round  her  fhores  proclaim 
The  found  and  honour  of  thy  name. 

5  Let  diftant  times  and  nations  raife 
The  long  fucceflion  of  thy  praife* 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  fong 
The  joy  and  labour  of  their  tongue. 

6  Bu:  who  c?.n  fpeak  thy  wcnd'rous  deeds  ? 
Thy  greatnefs  all  our  thoughts  exceeds  i 
Vail  and  unfeirchable  thy  Vtfiys. 

Vait  and  immortal  be  rjby  praife. 


284         PSALM    CXLV. 

PSALM  CXLV.   i~7.  ,  1--13.  Fuji  Part. 
The  great  nt/s  of  God. 

1  T   ONG  as  I  live,  I'll  blefs  thy  name, 
-L'     My  King,  my  God  of  love  ; 

Mv  work  and  joy  mall  he  the  fame 
Id  the  bright  world  above. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  pow'r  unknown, 

And  let  his  praife  be  great  ; 
I'll  fing  the  honours  of  thy  throne, 
Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 

5  Thy  grace  mall  dwell  upon  my  tongue. 
And  while  my  lips  rejoice, 
The  men  that  hear  my  facred  fong 
Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 

4  Fathers  to  fons  (hall  teach  thy  name, 

And  children  learn  thy  ways  ; 
Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 
And  nations  found  thy  praife. 

5  Thy  glorious  deeds  of  ancient  date 

Shall  thro*  the  world  be  known  ; 
Thine  arm  of  pow'r,  thy  heav'nly  flate, 
With  public  fplendor  mown. 

6  The  world  is  manag'd  by  thy  hands. 

Thy  faints  are  rul I'd  by  love  ; 

And  thine  eternal  kingdom  fiands 

Tho'  rocks  and  hills  remove. 

PSALM    CXLV.  Second  Pan.  vcr.  7.  &c 
The  Gcodnefs  of  God. 

1  pWEET  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace, 
i5     My  God,  my  heav'nly  King  ; 
Let  cge  to  age  thy  righteoufnefs 

Jn  longs  of  g'ory  fing. 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  not  confines 

Uis  gcodnefs  to  ;he  ikies  ; 


PSALM    CXLV.        2S.5 

Thro*  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  fhines, 
And  ev'ry  want  fupplies. 

3  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 
O.i  thee  for  daily  food, 
Thy  HbVal  had  provides  their  meat, 
And  rills  their  mouths  with  good. 

4.  How  kind  are  thy  companions,  Lord  ! 
Kow  flow  thine  anger  moves  ! 
But  foon  he  fends  hij  pard'ning  word 
To  cheer  the  foul  he  loves. 
5   Creatures  with  al!  their  endlefs  race 
Thy  pow'r  and  praife  proclaim  ; 
But  faints  that  tafte  thy  richer  grace 
Delight  to  blefs  chy  name. 

PSALM     CXLV.      14,  17.     Third  Part. 
Mercy  to  fufferers  ;  or,  God  bearing  prayer, 

»   T*     ET  ev'ry  tongue  thy  gocdnefs  fpeak, 
I    j     Thou  fov'reign  Lord  of  all  ; 

Thy  ftrength'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  raife  the  poor  that  fall. 

t  When  forrow  bows  the  fpirit  down, 
Or  virtue  lies  diitreft 
Beneath  fome  proud  oppreiTor's  frown, 
Thou  giv'ft  the  mourners  reft. 

3  The  Lord  fupports  our  tott'r;og  days, 
And  guides  our  giddy  youth  : 
Holy  and  juft  are  ali  thy  ways, 
And  all  thy  words  are  truth. 

^  He  knows  the  pain  his  fervants  &z\% 
He  hears  his  children  cry, 
And  their  beft  wi  flies  to  fulfil 
His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

5  His  mercy  never  fhall  remove 
From  mea  of  heart  fincere  ; 


286        PSALM    CXLVI. 

lie  faves  the  fouls,  whofe  humble  love 
Is  join'd  with  holy 

[6  His  ltubborn  fozs  hi>  fword  (hall  flay, 
Ar.d  pierce  their  hearts  with  pain  ; 
Eut  none  that  ferve  the  Lord  ft;  i 
4<  They  fought  his  cid  in  vain."] 

[y  My  lips  fhall  dwell  upon  his  praife, 
And  fpread  his  fame  abroad  j 
Let  all  the  fons  of  Adam  raife 
The  honours  of  their  God.] 

P  S  A  L  M     CXLVI.     Long  Metre. 

Praije  to  God  for  his gocdnefs  ar.d  truth. 

1  T)RAI3E  ya  the  Lord  ;  my  heart  i.. 
XT     ^n  works  fo  pleafint,  io  divine   ; 
Now  while  the  flefh  is  mine  abode, 
And  when  my  foul  alcends  to  God. 

2  Praife  (hall  employ  ray  nobleft  pow'rs. 
While  immortality  endures  : 

My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  part, 
Whiie  life  and  thought  and  bci 

3  Why  mould  I  make  a  man  my  trufl  r 
Princes  mull  die  rind  turn  to  c: 

Their  breath  departs,  tutir  pomp  and    powV 
And  thoughts,  all  vanifh  in  an  hour. 

4  Happy  the  man,  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  Ifr*tVi  Gcd   ;  he  mr.de  the  fky, 
And  earth,  and  feas,  with  all  their  train, 
And  none  mall  lind  his  premise 

5  His  truth  forever  Hands  fecure  : 

He  faves  th'  oppreil,  he  feeds  the  poor  ; 
He  fends  the  lab'ring  confeience  peace, 
And  grants  the  pris'ner  fweet  releafe. 

6  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  j 
The  Lord  fupp.  m  the  finking  mind  : 


PSALM    CXLVL         287 

He  helps  the  ftranger  in  diftrefs, 
The  widow  and  the  farherlefs. 

7  He  loves  his  faints,  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell  : 
Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns  ; 
Praife  him  in  everlafting  ftrains. 

PSALM    CXLVL    As  the  113th  PfaJm. 

Praife  to  God  for  his  gocdnefs  and  (ruth. 
I    T'LL  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath  : 
J[     And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death 
Praife  mail  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  : 
My  days  of  praife  mall  ne'er  be  part 
While  life  and  thought,  and  being  laft, 
Or  immortality  endures. 

z  Why  mould  I  make  a  man  my  truft  ? 
Princes  mult  die  and  turn  to  dull  ; 

Vain  is  the  help  of  flefli  and  blood  ; 
Their  breath  departs,,  their  pomp  and  pow'r, 
And  thoughts  all  vanifh  in  an  hour, 
Nor  can  they  make  their  promife  good. 

3  Happy  the  man  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  Ifr'ePs  God  ;  he  made  the  fky, 

And  earth  and  fea's,  with  all  their  train  • 
His  truth  forever  ftands  Secure  ; 
He  faves  th'  opprcft,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  mall  find  his  promife  vain. 

4  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  fupports  the  finking  mind  • 

He  fends  the  laboring  conference  pe'ace  • 
He  helps  the.ftrangep  inrfifttefs  '     * 

The  widow  and  the  father] eft, 

And  grants  the  prisrner  fweet  releafe. 

5  Tie  love/  his  &*nts  ;  ne  kvow?  them  well, 

wn  to  he1,]  : 
Thy  God;  O  Ziify  ever  reigns  ; 


i8S       PSALM     CXLVII. 

Let  ev'ry  tongue,  let  evVy  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  •ngage  ; 

Praifc  him  in  everlaAmg  fbains. 
6  I'll  praife  him  while  he  lends  me  bieath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  loll  in  draih 

Praife  (hall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  ; 
My  days  of  praife  (hall  ne'er  be  pail, 
While  life  and  thought  and  being  Jail, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

PSALM     CXLVII.     Firft  Part. 

The  divine    nature,  providence  and  grace.' 

j   T^RAISE  ye  the  Lord  :  'tis  good  to  raife 
J7       Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praifc  ; 
His  nature  and  his  works  invke 
To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

2  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerufalcm> 
And  gathers  nation*  to  his  name  : 
His  mercy  melts  the  ftubborn  foul, 
And  makes  the  broken  fpirit  whole. 

3  He  form'd  the  ftars  thoie  heav'nly  flames  ; 
H«-  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  n. 
His  wifdom's  v?.ft,  and  knows  no  bound, 

A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  dro*n'«\ 

4  Great  is  our  Lord,  and  great  his  might  ; 
And  all  his  glories  infinite  : 

He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  juft, 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  duli. 
Pause. 

5  Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high, 
Who  fpreads  his  cloud*  all  round  the 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
Nor  lets  the  drops  defcend   in  rain. 

6  He  makes  the  grnfs  the  hills  adorn, 

Aud  clothes  the  fmiling  fields  with  corn*: 


PSALM    CXLVII.        28? 

The  beafts  with  food  his  hands  fupply, 
And  the  young  ravens  when  they  cry. 

7  What  is  the  creature's  fkill  or  force, 
The  fprightly  man,  the  warlike  horfe  ? 
The  nimble  wit,  the  a&ive  limb, 
All  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 
S  But  feints  are  lovely  In  his  fight  ; 
He  views  his  children  with  delight  ; 
He  fees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear  ; 
And  looks  and  loves  his  image  there. 
PSALM     CXLVII.     Second  Part. 
Summer  axd  Whiter. 
A   Son.g  for    Great-Britain. 

I   /~V   BRITAIN  praife  thy  mighty  God, 
\<J  And  make  his  honours  known  abroad  ; 
He  bids  the  ocean  round  thee  flow  ; 
Not  bare  of  brafs  could  guard  thee  fa. 

9  Thy  children  are  fecure  aad  blefl  ; 
Thy  Chores  have  peace,  thy  cities  reft  : 
He  feeds  thy  fons  with  lineft  wheat, 
And  adds  his  bleiHng  to  their  meat. 

3  Thy  changing  feafons  he  ordains, 
Thine  early  and  thy  latter  rains  ; 
His  flakes  of  fnow  like  wool  he  fend*, 
And  thus  the  fpringing  corn  defends. 

4  With  hoary  froft  he  ilrews  the  ground  ; 
His  hail  defcends  with  cjatt'ring  found  * 
Where  is  the  man  fo  vainly  bold 
That  dares  defy  his  dreadful  cold  ? 

^   He  bids  the  Southern  breezes  blow  ; 
The  ice  dilTolves,  the  waters  flow  : 
But  he  hath  nobler  works  and  ways 
To  call  the  Britons  to  his  praife, 
A  a 


P  S  ALM  .  CXLVII. 

6  To  all  the  iH*  hi 

His  gofpci  thro'  *  ,jvr  : 

I'd  his  word 
'•  the  Lord. 

PSALM     CXLV7I.     7—9.     13—^ 

Comir.on  Metre, 
:  afans  of  the  year. 

1  TT7ITH  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud 

VV       Addrefs  the  Lord  on  high  ; 
Over  the  heav'ns  he  fpread*  his  clouil, 
And  waters  veil  the  fky. 

2  He  fends  his  fnow'rs  of  b!cfTing  down 

To  cheer  the  plains  below  ; 
He  makes  the  grafs  the  momtains  crown, 
And  corn  in  vallies  grow. 

3  He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meat, 

He  hears  the  ravt  ns  cry  ; 
But  man,  who  taftes  the  fineft  wheat, 
Should  raife  his  honours  high. 

4  His  fteady  counfels  change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  - 
He  bids  the  fun  cut  fhort  his*  race, 
And  wint'ry  days  appear. 

5  His  hoary  froft,  his  fleecv  fnow, 

Defcend  and  cloath  the  ground  : 
The  liquid  ftreams  forbear    to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

fc  When  from  his  dreadful  (lores  on  high, 
He  pours  the  rattling  hail, 
The  wretch  who  dares  this  God  defy, 
Shall  find  his  courage  fail. 

7  He  fends  his  word  and  melts  the  fk{ 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 
And  bids  the  fpring  return. 


PSALM    CXLVIII.      29 1 

S  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  clo&d, 
Obey  his  mighty  word  : 
With  Tongs  of  honours  founding  loud, 

Praife  ye  the  fov'reign  Lord. 
PSALM     CXLVIII.     Proper  Metr*. 
Praife  to  God  from  all  creatures . 

1  \fE  tribes  of  Adam  join 

■*•       With  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  Teas, 
And  offer  notes  divide 
To  your  Creator's  praife. 

Ye  holy  throng 

Of  angels  bright, 

In  worlds  of  light 

Begin  the  foug. 

2  Thou  fun  with  dazzling  rays, 
And  mcon  that  rules  the  night, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife, 
With  ftars  of  twinkling  light. 

His  pow'r  declare, 
Ye  floods  on  high, 
And  clouds,  that  fly 
In  empty  air. 

3  The  fining  worlds  above 
In  giorlous  order  Hand, 
Or  in  fwif:  courfcs  move 
By  his  fuprerrie  command  : 

He  fpake  the  word, 
And  all  their  Frame 
From  no:  hing  cau.e, 
To  praife  the  Lord. 

4  He  mov'd  their  mighty  whce!s 
In  unknown  ages  part, 

And  each  his  word  fulfils 
While  time  and  nature  laft. 

In  cfifT 'rent  way.o 

His  works  proclaim 

His  wond'rous  name, 

And  fpeak  his  praife. 


292      PSALM     CXLVIII. 

F    A    V    8    1 

5  Let  all  the  earth-born  race, 
And  monitors  of  the  deep^ 
The  fiih  that  cleave  the  leas* 
Or  in  their  boibin  ilr.-p. 

Frasn  lea  and  fhore 

Their  tribute  pay, 

And 

'I'heir  IVIaker'^  pow'r. 
$  Yc  vapours,  hail  and  fi  i 
rraife  ye  th'  almighty  Lend; 
And  ftormy  winds  that 
To  execute  his  word  • 

Whe/i  light'nings  (hia«, 

I  «•:  earth  adore 
His  hand  d: 
*  Ve  mountains  ne 

r-ders  there. 
And  trees  of  humbler  fize, 
it  in  plenty  I  t 

In  various  forifcf 

Exalt  his  name. 
£  Ye  kings  and  judges  fear 
The  Lord  ihj  fov'reign  •■'. 
And  while  you  rule  us  here, 
Kis  heav'niy  honours  ; 

Nor  let  the  dream 

Of  pow'r  and  ilate 

Make  you  forget 

His  pew'r  fupreme. 
m  Virgins  and  youth  engage 
To  found  his  praifc  divine* 
While  infancy  and  age 
Tbcif  feebler  voices  join  : 


PSALM     CXLVIII.      29  g 

Wide  as  lie  reigns 

His  name  be  Tung 

By  ev'ry  tongue 

In  endlcfs  (trains. 
10  Let  2 II  the  nations  fear 
The  God  that  rules  above  ; 
He  brings  his  people  near, 
"And  makes  them  tafte  his  love  *: 

While  earth  and  iky 

Attempt  his  praife, 

His  faints  mail  raife  / 

.  His  honours  high. 

PSALM     CXLVIII.     Paraphrafed. 

Long  Metre. 

U ni-v erf al  praife  to   God. 
2    T     OUD  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord 
I  1    j      From  diilant  worlds  where  creature* 
Let  heav'n  begin  the  folemn  word,  [dwell; 
And  found  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 

JMote.  This  pfalm  may  be  fung  to  the  tune  cf  the 
eld  uzth,  or  \zyth  Pfa!;:i,  if  thefe  tnvo  lines  it 
added  to  every  Jianza,  viz. 

Each  of  his  works  his  name  difplays, 
But  they  can  ne'er  fulfil  his  praife. 

O'her-ivi/e  it  mujl  be  fung  to  the  ufual  tunes  of  th' 
Long  Metre. 

2  The  Lord  !  how  abfolutehe  reigns  ! 
Let  ev'ry  angel  bend  the  knee  ; 
Sing  of  his  love  in  heav'nly  ftralrWi1 
And  fpeak  jiow  fierce  his  terrors  be, 

3  High  on  a  throne  his  glcries  dwell, 
An  awful  throne  of  mining  bin's  .- 
Fly  thro'  the  world,  O  fun,  and  tell 
How  dark  thy  beams  conip-.ir'd  to  his. 

-A  a  I 


29|      PSALM    CXLVIIli 

4  •ktvake  ye  t-mpcfts,  nnd  his  firne 

ids  of  dreadful  praife  declare  ; 
An  J  the  fweet  vvhifper  of  his  name 
Fill  ev'ry  gentle  breeze  of  air. 

5  Let  cloud  ,  and  winds,  and  waves  agree 
To  join  their  praife  with  blazing  fire  ; 

the  firm  earth  and  rolling  fca, 
In  this  eternal  fong  confpire. 

fc  Ye  fiow'ry  plains  proclaim  his  ficill, 
Vallie^  lie  low  before  his  eye  ; 
And  let  his  praife  from  ev'ry  hill 
Rife  tuneful  to-  the  neighb'ring  fky. 

7   Yc  Ihibborn  oak«,  and  ftately  pines 
Bend  your  high  branches,  and  adore  ; 

fc  him,  ye  beafts>  in  different  flraias  ; 
Th#lamb  inuil  bleat,  the  lion  roar. 

S   Dirds,  ye  muft  make  his  praife  your  theme 
Nature  demands  a  fang  from  you  : 
While  rhe  dumb  fifii  th.it  cu'$  the  ilrcaw 
Leap  up  and  mete  his  prailes  too. 

9  Mortals,  can  you  refrain   your  tongue, 
When  nature  all  around  you  fin 
O  for  a  fli  >ut  from  old  and  young, 
Irom  humble  fwains,  and  1c: 

"  ide  as  his  vaft  dominion  lies 

tor's  rfaroe  be  knovn  ; 
Lojd  as  hrs  thunder  fhout  his  praife, 
And  found  it  lofty  is  his  throne. 

1 1    JehoVch  !  ::is  a  glorious  wotd, 
O  may  it  d>*c]!  o»i  ev'ry  ton 

.  rft  have  known  the  LopJ, 
i'jund  to  raife  th^  noblefl  I 

;!ie  woaJcrs  of  that 


PSALM    CXLV1II.      295 

From  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 

PSALM    CXLVIIL     Short  Metre. 
Univerfal  praife. 

1  T     ET  ev'ry  creature  join 

Jj j     To  praife  the  eternal  God  ; 

Ye  heav'nly  hods  the  foiig  begin, 
And  found  his  name  abroad. 

2  Thou  fun  with  golden  beams, 

And'  moon  with  paler  rays, 
Ye  (tarry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flam5S> 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife. 

3  lie  built  thofe  worlds  above, 

And  fix'd  their  wowTrous  frame  j 
By  his  command  they  ftand  or  move, 
And  ever  fpeak  his  name. 

4  Ye  vapours,  when  ye  rife,. 

Or  fall  in  fhow'rs  or  fnow, 
Ye  thunders  murm'ring  round  the  fkie?r 
His  pow'r  and-  glory  ihow. 

5  Wind,  hailr  and  flaming  fire, 

Agree  to  praife  the  Lord, 
Whtn  ye  in  dreadful  ftorms  confpire 
To  execute  his  word. 

6  By  all  his  works  above 

His  honours  be  expreft  ; 
But  faint's  that  tafre  his  faving  love 
Should  fmg  his  praifes  belt. 

P  a  u  s  e     r. 

7  Let  eirth  and  ocean  kn«w 

They  owe  their  Maker  praife  j 
Praife  him  yc  wat'ry  worlds  below*,, 
And  mongers  of  the  feas> 


i96      PSALM    CXLVin. 

8  From  mountains  near  the  fky 
Let  his  high  praife  refound, 
From  humble  flirubs  and  cedars  high, 
And  vales  and  fields  around, 

5  Ye  lions  of  the  wood, 

And  tamer  beafts  that  graze, 
Ye  live  upon  his  daily  food, 
And  he  expects  your  praife. 

10  Ye  bjrds  of  lofty   wing, 

Om  high  his  praifes  bear  ; 
Or  fit  on  flow'ry  boughs,  and  fing 
Your  Maker's  glory  there. 

1 1  Ye  creeping  ants  and  worms, 

His  various  wifdom  mow, 
And  flies  in  all  your  mining  foarms, 
Praife  him  that  drell  you  (o. 

12  By  all  the  earth-born  race, 

His  honors  be  expreft  ; 
But  faints  that  know  his  heav'nly  grace, 
Should  learn  to  praife  him  belt. 

Pause     II. 

13  Monarchs  of  wide  command, 

Praife  ye  th'  eternal  King  ; 
Judges  adore  thaf  fov'reign  hand, 
Whence  all  your  honors  fpring. 

14  Let  vig'rous  youth  engage 

To  found  his  praifes  high  ; 
While  growing  babes  and  witfi'ring  age 
Their  feebler  voices  try. 

15  United  zeal  be  mown 

His  wond'rous  fame  to  raife  ; 
God  is  the  Lord  ;  his  name  alone 
Dc*f.*rves  our  endlefs  praife. 


PSALM    CXLIX.        297 

16  Let  nature  join  with  art, 

And  all  pronounce  him  bleft, 
Bat  faints  that  dwell  fo  near  his  heart 
Should  fing  his  praifes  belt. 

PSALM     CXLIX. 

Praife  God-  all  his  faints  ;  or,  The  faints  judging 

the  world. 
\      A   LL  ye  that  love  the  Lord  rejoice, 
JTX     And  let  your  fongs  be  new  ; 
Amidft  the  world  with  cheerful  voice 
His  later  wonders  lhew. 

I  2  The  Jews,  the  people  of  his  grace. 
Shall  their  Redeemer  fmg  j 
And  Gentile  nations  jojn  the  praKe, 
While  Zion  owns  her  King. 

3  The  Lord  takes  pleafure  in  the  jufr, 

Whom  finners  treat  with  fcorn  : 
The  meek  that  lie  defpis'd  in  duit 
Salvation  fhall  adorn. 

4  Saints  fhall  be  Joyful  in  their  King> 

Ev'n  on  a  dying  bed  ; 
And  like  the  fouls  in  glery  fing, 
For  God  mall  raife  the  dead. 

.5  Then  his  high  praife  fliall  fill  their  tongtti*. 
Their  hands  fhall  wield  the  fword  : 
And  vengeance  lhall  attend  their  fongs, 
The  vengeance  of  the  Lord. 
0  When  Chrift  his  judgment  feat  afceads, 
And  bids  the  world  appear, 
Thrones  are  prepaid  for  all  his  friends 
Who  humbly  lov'd  him  here. 
7  Then  mall  they  rule  with  iron  rod 
Nations  that  dar'd  rebel : 
And  join  the  fentence  of  their  God^ 
On  tyranti  doonVd  to  hell. 


i<)S  PSALM    CL. 

8  The  royal  firmer 
New  triu^ 
Such  ' ».  -:.-ins  : 

LofJ. 

i     CL.     i,  2,  t. 

~s    °f  Pra!fe> 
t   TN   God's  i  .vn  houfe  ptjnounce  his  prai/e, 
he  l : : ' •  i c-  r<  ueafs  ; 
y  and  wonder  raiie, 
..re  his  glory  dweii.-. 

1]  your  facred  paffions  move, 
-   you  rehearie  his  deeds  ; 
J       ihc  creat  work  of  faving  love 
Your  higheft  praife  exceeds. 

3  All  that  have  motion,  life  and  breath, 
Proclaim  your  Maker  bl 
Yet  when  my  voice  expires  in  ucatn, 
My  foul  fhall  praife  him  bed. 


The  Christian    DOXOLOGY. 

Long  Metre. 

TO  Goo  the  Father,  God  the  Son,  • 
And  God  the  Spirir,  Three  in  One,     j 
Be  honour,  praife,  and  glory  s 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 

Common  Metre. 

LET  God  the  Father,  and  the  So*, 
And*opirit  be  ador'd, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  bim  known* 
Or  faints  to  love  the  Lord. 


DOXOLOGIES.  299 

Common  Metre,  "where  the  tune  includes  t-w* 
JlanzcCs. 

I. 

THE  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd 
Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death, 
Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  word, 
And  tM^r- creatine  breath, 
IL 
To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  On& 
Let  faints  and  angels  j&n". 

Short  Metre. 

YE  angels  round  the  throne, 
And  faints  that  dwell  below, 
Worfhip  the  Father,  praife  the  Son, 
And  blefs  the  Spirit  too. 

As  the  113th  pfidm. 

NOW  to  the  great  and  >acred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  praife  and  glory  giv'n, 
Thro'  all  the  worlds  where  God' is  known 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 

And  all  the  faints  in  earth  and  heav'm 
As  the   \±%ib  pfalm. 

TO  God  the  Father's  throne 
Perpetual  honours  raife  ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praife  : 
With  all  our  pow'rs, 
Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  fin<% 
While  faith  adores. 

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